A soul refrains from distant quests,
Throne, temple, summit—all forsaken.
The answer dwells, soft-spoken, near,
Its whispers carried on dawn’s breath.
Kindness becomes as oil of lamps,
A quiet deed ignites warm glow.
Within the dark, love forms a hymn,
Illuminating hearts, unseen.
Do not journey far,
The warmth you seek
is folded close,
Residing deep—within, it grows.
Thanks @Uilleam🌷🙏🏻🕊much appreciated 🙏🏻
Love forms a hymn.
What a nice image.
Thank you @Leonard Morse 🌷🙏🏻🕊
Leonard Morse
Thu 15th May 2025 04:01
This poem beautifully captures the essence of introspection and the quiet strength found within. The imagery of kindness as "oil of lamps" is particularly striking, suggesting that even the smallest acts can illuminate the darkest moments. Thank you for this gentle reminder that sometimes, the answers we seek are closer than we think.
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Red Brick Keshner
Sun 8th Jun 2025 00:42
Thank you so much 🌷 @Leonard Morse 🌷the oil lamp in the dark image is subtle but quite powerful in its light. Most appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻RBK