Drifting can be floating free,
at ease,
falling asleep,
And dreamy, too.
Drifting can be wandering afar,
listless, and
confused.
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.
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