Question

In the deepest of our thoughts
Live the shallow roots of those beliefs
In the heaviest of our hearts
Stomp the light feathers of those worries
In the longest of our walks
Escort the short pecks of those ideas
In the laborious of our pains
Lie the free joys of those findings
In the conscious of our souls
Dwell the psychic marks of those beings
In the maladies of our bodies
Grow the holy cures of those bumps
In the loudest of our rants
Fit the resting pauses of our quiets
In the mundane of our moments
Occur the new ways of those doings
In the darkest of our lives
Glow the bright winks of those hopes

Therefore, is sense not senseless?
And care not careless?
And holding not giving it up?