by Salie Davis
With worries that weigh like wet autumn leaves
and burdens on the heart, fear that ever deceives.
There is no making way through life’s tangled sheaves.
In the tormented soul, where these troubles do dwell,
It gives not a moment for a single quiet spell.
There is no avoidance of the depths of sorrow’s well.
In the pit where these problems continue to grow,
Rumination feeds the darkness, feeds the daunting woe.
If only peace of mind in the stillness, life might bestow.
Yet it is a human heart that deceives, oh my,
Bound to earth, the soul failed to look to the sky.
And as time flew, it forgot how to fly.
Yet if the soul would hold faith to its side,
If it focused on truth and the lie it denied.
The joy of life would no longer hide.
So hold on to hope, hold it strong, hold it tight,
Focus on the good both in the day and in the night.
And soon your heart and soul will take flight.
Yeah, right.
WoPoLi 
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