Come, take a rest.
You’ve been a juggler all your life.
Isn’t it time to let your thoughts fall?

Chains can never last forever,
But buried treasures sometimes do.

Sometimes I feel like I’m sitting
at the bottom of an ocean
chained and shackled
yet somehow I’m not drowning.

There is a buried chest,
within my chest
and it contains a heavy cloak of sadness;
In there is a dancing clown too:
a demon,
and an angel,
a gentle scented breeze,
and a giant tree whose leaves of love are always falling.
God is in there too,
And so are you.


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