Our Quiet Sins

We seek, we strive, we race to win,

Too often blind to quiet sins.

We wander on, don't ask for help,

Believing we can do it all ourselves.

Our minds, our hearts, our sense of peace,

Burden by tasks that never cease.

Our lists just grows forever more,

Fulfilment hollow at its core.

Wisdom waits in rest not race,

In stillness, where our soul awaits.

For when we pause and listen still,

Our lives aligned with our true will.