O say can you see
By winter dawn's eerie light
Bubbles bursting in air
Better days out of sight.
Not much we can say
Thoughts suppressed, gone away
Take a hike; twas a dream
then a nightmare, yet no scream
No comprendo
Makes no sense
Writer's block
Dissonance
Progress mired
Less inspired
Maybe tired
Prayer desired.
2 comments:
Shalom, Tandi. I don't know what's going on in your life, but I will pray for you.
Thanks, Judah! Pray that I can put some thoughts together coherently, express them tactfully, and blog about what is going on with me. I'd like to know myself. I know God is not the source of confusion.
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