My Eyes So Soft



Don't 
Surrender 
Your loneliness so quickly, 
Let it cut more 
Deep. 
Let it ferment and season you 
As few human 
Or even divine ingredients can. 
Something missing in my heart tonight 
Has made my eyes so soft, 
My voice so 
Tender, 
My need of God 
Absolutely 
Clear.

 -Sufi Master Hafiz

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