Im walking
Stumbling
marching by pure perseverance
thru a desert others cannot see..
Is this grace ground?
Is there a cave
for me?
Is there a storm
an earthquake
a wind?
A whisper?
Even a valley of bones?
Send a seraph with a coal
Food
Comfort.
Where is the stranger
in the flames.
I dont have wool
just wishes.
I dont even know if i can find the door
in my darkness –
just my eyelids?
Keep knocking
I feel empty
but is this full?
Have you totally emptied me so that you can fill me up as you wish?
So may it be.
#prayersinthedesert
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