We’re Always Trying

The heart is never resting, always reaching
For life is movement, searching and beseeching

The mind is ever lost in its fixation
The eye runs restive, searching for salvation

The hands, they want to wander, e’er exploring
Where there’s no holiness, there’s still adoring

In silence, or, if all the world befriending
We’re always trying to write
A perfect
Ending

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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