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Drifting can be floating free,

at ease,

falling asleep,

And dreamy, too.

Drifting can be wandering afar,

listless, and


It can also be stubborn.

I pray and I wish

to be the former.

I fear and I know

I am the latter.

When I want to be lifted up,

I fix my eyes to the heart.

When I want to be pulled down,

I let my eyes run wild.

I hate that.

Let not the winds of the world

Toss me about like leaves

Drifting and blowing

Like scattered thoughts and sinful whims.

Send the Holy Spirit

Whose violent gushes of wind

And fiery sprites

Keep me from drifting.

Free image autumn leaf under the rain (Free photobank / ©


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