Curling inward like the fern

but brown and bent and dead.

Bent within and ever in

to live for self in sin

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We turn in-to that we might seek

a way away from outward stares

or help that’s sought, to give and see

a rescue path away from me

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For air is hard, and breath is thin

I dream “sufficient” deep within

and pull away reflexive, raw,

from living life outside my law.

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So spread Your light oh Spirit, wide,

and dawn upon my stubborn mind.

Uncurl the rebel coils of death

and wake my heart to pain…and breath.