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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