Wisdom Whispers
Stay humble
Penetrating the faces of places,
the rooms we never go
I fight for insight, always thirsty for knowledge
Yet, somehow, the more I learn, the less I know
Spirit whispers, Stay humble
Yet, I hunger for wisdom and ache for truth
Open my eyes, let me see!
Spirit whispers,
Focus on the inside, focus on the Soul
© Chantal Weiss 2025 All Rights Reserved
About the Creator
Chantal Christie Weiss
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon
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Chantal, Spiritual Bad/Ass
England, UK
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Comments (1)
A grand call to introspection, Chantal. Well done.