Wow, got home from first choir practice of the season and forgot to post my already-written poem. At least this gives me a chance to spruce it up.

Fool me at all

Fool myself, shame 
on me. Listen! 
Listen to my Muse
who infuses spirit,
wrenching right from 
wrong, meaning out
of nonsense. That
still, small voice 
yields more than all 
those shouts banging
around my mind. 
Pray, pray for each
moment, each small
touch to break through
every moment
every day. 

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