I hear You breathe
In the void of silence
Echoes vaguely light
Awake and still I sit
To miss not a whisper
Mysteriously if You might
Plunging deeper into the void
Incapable of meditation great
An endless marching plight
Persistently persevering
Armored with not weapons
Adamantly taking on this fight
Formless enemies lurk nearby
Ready to draw me away
Holding to my Savior tight
Save me You will
From forces unforeseen
Drawing my footsteps to Your Height
– Bhavana Bhakta
