Cleanse July 11, 2024 I came running, stood before you,Praying for help, a path anew.Your silence spoke in ways profound,In stillness, answers I found.You stayed as ever, calm and wise,While I, with restless, seeking eyes,Forgot to cleanse my inner strife,Yet kept my home in order, life.Why do I clean the pots and pans,But miss the stains upon my hands? 1