My soul longs to worship worthwhile goals.
Lesser goals fill my imagination.
My unguided mind falters today.
It is as if I am wearing veils.
A single veil hardly restrains me.
In unison they form a granite wall.
I want them to release me.
As if they are a mountain,
I pray for their removal.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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