Sleep On It Poem by Fred Rik Kesner
Sleep On It
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.
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