“Please don’t worry; I got you.” The Universe
In the emporium of the soul, a merchant stands Scales in hand, weighing earthly demands Against the elegant light of the divine This merchant is you, and this balance is mine Faith, the golden thread that binds From celestial heights to mundane grinds A bridge across the …
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