the hush of sacred halls, where shadows play,
We lift our eyes, our voices, and our fears,
To idols wrought in fleeting fame's array,
Their glances bright, yet cold as passing years.

Eyes like stars, they shimmer in the night,
We chase their gleam through every whispered name,Lost in the worship of their dazzling light, And in that glow, our dreams ignite a flame.

But here, amid the echoes of our praise,
The truth lies soft, like dawn's first gentle sigh,That hearts and minds should not be in a daze, For mortal eyes can only see the sky.

Unmask the glitter, see beyond the veil,
To find the calm that only truth can give,
In simple joys, in love's enduring tale,
We find our place, our purpose, and we live.

No need for gilded thrones or starry eyes,
For in ourselves, the comfort we must seek,
To break the chains of worship's sweet disguise,And in our quiet hearts, hear wisdom speak.

Light up the darkness. There is no praise For your inner, is your peace. Seek comfort in your own grace.......

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