Wasted

I’m here again, Lord, Wasted at your feet, Spent in grief and sorrow, Still clinging… Somehow. I feel like the woman With the issue of blood… Years deep in this insanity Some would call my life. I need you desperately! This healing thing takes forever. Though I reach for you, Though I touch your robe, […]

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Fall Musings

The leaves crunch satisfactorily under my feet As I plod steadily on in the chill wind, Under the multihued grays in the sky overhead. Fall moves forward in its relentless way While I muse silently, slowly, ceaselessly… Somehow, I want my mountains to move, My crooked ways straight, my rough places smooth. Some moments I […]

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