Sacred are the moments when
the world that once so jarringly spinned
smooths
for a time
and like the teal and lime
that curls over
the line is drug
cutting
glass
as water spills
a breaking of the wills
cascades over
and I
with hands overhead
tumble
and am dead
dead to the things "to do"
dead to the things "I once knew"
done and through
as I seek "you"
I feel the pressure
I feel the want
and as if I have squandered
minutes, moments, years
filled with sorrowful tears
of guilt
and wishing
and now life is dishing
rest without rest
a true test of morals
and I
with my florals
lie
dead
burnt beyond relief
but what is this I see?
a call
oh wait! now two
and suddenly I can do
I want to live
I want to breathe
something is alive inside of me
on my own I cannot
but these gifts have made
a way
to make it through just today
(not suicidal just burnt out to the max and feeling blessed from some calls from three of my favorite people on the planet- seeing his grace through them when I cannot otherwise move. So thankful and full of praise today!)
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