At the feet of God
To, The Angry Self... Beyond words, Beyond existence, Beyond what we all claim, we know. Lies a modest place, A place where we must go. Labyrinth of sorrows, A plethora of doubt ceases to exist. And a new hope sprouts. Without even asking, We untangle our whereabouts. Serenity, love, answers flow, Foundation of fear erodes. We meet our true self, At the feet of God.