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Sep 2023
Target set in motion,
a distant objective
of pure meaning

a mission,
an endeavor
of which completion
is vital

follow not those temptations,
the lustful draw
although they be sweet
their destination is flawed

emptiness,
ah, the vacancy
a spiritual vacuum
of temporary highs
then silence

follow it not,
their fragrant hands
of saffron and lavender
not even a little
for their flowers
will quickly
perish

go towards love,
towards God,
as he is Love

forget not your identity
and your mission
only the strong will continue
and the strong
are very
few
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   Thomas W Case
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