The Searching

Sometimes it’s the searching that weighs heavy. Laying hard under blankets crushing. Cloud shrouded darkness of thought.  Pressure of breathing. To seek beauty and Glory when eyes are barely open as the heart heaves deep in miry clay. Chains of negatively charged particles surround. Breaking free an almost strangled sigh. Give me strength oh Lord. One…foot…in…front…of…the…other.

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  1. LeeAnn Corbitt says:

    Speaks to my heart. Lifting you up in prayer

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