So many words race through my spirit - I try to catch each one.
The message so simple, yet so impossible to teach, but the foundation for all that is to be won.
Words given, tossed away; questions answered, but willfulness remains.
My tongue be bound, the time has not arrived; but agonize when I watch the struggle each day and know I have the key.
So deep the depth of the knowledge unlocked, but who will be courageous enough to traverse this abyss?
A treasure so great it has no value, yet each man a repository of that wealth that shames the coffers of Solomon.
Another day, another heart cry. Another heartbreak for I just want to light the way.
©Kristen Garcia 10/10
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