Sunday, September 13, 2020

The Next Line

Doing what comes next
The next day
Next week
Next minute
All blur
Decisions. Chores. Errands.
Appointments. Phone calls.
Endless. Endless.
But still; with purpose.
Overwhelmed, She perseveres 
Trusting not her frail attempts.
Lord of Heaven Son of God
Holds fast
She lets go
Falls
Stumbles
On her face
On her knees
He holds fast
Holds her Safe
Anoints her shriveled soul 
Hope peeks,
Seeps
Shadow slips
Sliver of hope
Appears



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