For those who think they’re not enough,
Their lives must seem rock-hard:
The road is long, the sea is rough
And every door is barred.

But no amount of abstract thought
Can have the least effect;
The nature of your soul was wrought
Both splendid and correct.

So raise your hands towards the sun
And dig your fingers in;
You’re nothing but the sacred one,
Although you’re drenched in sin.

And, when you change your wicked ways,
Today becomes the day of days.

Photo by Raphael Rychetsky on Unsplash

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