To defeat restlessness and shallow selfish thinking, and to live life deeply in thoughtfulness, love, and prayer: waiting for revelation!. I wrote a poem.
Around me all is joy, but I still sense
The foul distractive pull of restlessness.
No call for anxious limbs to make me go,
Yet they stir the deep still water of my soul
by spilling precious seconds in the pool
Ruining ripples block the beauty of bottom truth
For which I long and live without as without food
So now I say I’ll sit and stay right here
Until the vile urge is deathly spent
And gaze within the pool though still unclear
My gaze is good; my thoughts to heaven sent.