Off the soft and silent cushion, life is hard
Besieged and heartsick, often at a loss
When wounded by the hurtful daily dross
Not knowing what to do, take refuge
When the choice is obvious but tough
Fear numbs the mind and robs intent
When dwindling stores of energy are spent
Doubting strength enough, take refuge
When there’s nowhere sane that’s left to turn
And the heart yearns for a world that’s kinder
Hear how the inner teacher whispers a reminder
Surrender and let go, take refuge
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin, January 2011. All rights reserved
