The Inner Word

The Inner Word

In the inner chambers
Of all parts surrounded by glory
Lies intellect of the soul

Its eye watches prudence
Everlasting things that penetrate
All thought with wisdom

It's the universal tongue
All voices long to say,
All ears long to hear

It by itself is all encompassing
Carrying all your needs
Flowing through all living streams

It's the jewel we desire to wear
Wrapped in dignity
Our breastplate of truth

It's a thing of honor
Yet given to few
A trophy of highest esteem

And the word is beautiful
Spoken in the valley of peace
Where all go to hear the word preached.

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Apple Cinnamon

The infuse of tea mint
Suckles in your nose

A swath of
Apple cinnamon

Wavers in the vanishing light
And you floating there

In the sweetest night air
Playing chess with my mind.