Practice
To collect scattered energies
Behind a single aim
Is a daunting task for a will strong
Where will falters the practice masters
Practice is the anvil for perfection.
Faith
Even though God is supreme
Still have to deal with world and self within
Believing that you and I are sheafed together
In largesse of life by his will
Makes it easier to love and lean
Unity
This sense of unity fragile and illusive
Reveals itself wrapped in diversity
You, me and the world around us
Are made to walk together
On a journey of limits farther.
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