the dry faith
is a wide
desert.
the unanswered prayers
are clouds
without rain.
the knees
are red, the eyes
blurred.
where is the relief,
the blessing
from above
to ease
to still this pain.
it's part of it.
this
circle
this quiet trek
alone.
what joy there will
be when
it ends.
Friday, June 29, 2018
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