Sanctuary III_Corrections

Your shadow is too
Big for itself, said
The Lord.  Lower it.
It needs to decline to
The right size.

Your head is too
Large with knowledge, said
The Lord.  Squeeze it.
It needs to contract to

Your heart is too
Hard for its task, said
The Lord.  Soften it.
It needs to saturate
In all good and light.

Your soul is too
Shriven for its load, said
The Lord.  Water it.
It needs to green and
Flourish to be wise.

Your eyes are too
Jaded to discern, said
The Lord.  Refresh them.
They need to look and see 
Beauty's truth underlying.
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