Being still can sometimes guide the soul from troubles of the world. We must be able to listen to the whispered voice within us.

Silently I sit in the dark,
My room indigo and calm,
Your whispered voice I seek to hear,
My life you need to steer.
I sit and stare into the abyss,
My pain I cannot dismiss,
Black, Black, Black is my soul,
My joy the darkness stole,
Please help me get control,
I have fallen into a black hole,
Your whispered voice I seek to hear,
Dear lord, lend me your ear,
Teach me how not to fear,
Make my path abundantly clear
Silently I sit in the dark,
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
To hear your voice
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