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.
More than extraordinary 👍
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Thank you so much!
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