The Great Desire
By: Me

To stand in rare sweet calmness,
In the mist of storm and war…
And to walk in humble greatness,
Cling like a brilliant yet reachable star…

To hold the radiance of strength,
When rain wash thee weak…
Thy soul remain clear and plain,
When the sun seems to shine bleak.

To maintain thy precious sanity,
When praises bathe thy flesh…
Yearn a life of prosperity,
Decline an infuriated life of eternity.

For what more is there to treasure?
Not gold, spice nor an epidemic’s cure!
To think this is indeed inane!
Desire thee solely what thy heart can contain!

Heed thee closely to the words herein,
Claim thee not that thy soul is clean!
Is thy possession Humility and courage?