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.