A Dear Struggle

Flocks of mercy

Come to meet me

Here in my lonely soul

Like a wedding—made whole

A wave through water

In myself He approaches

My feet on sunlight falter

The darkness—a reality encroaches

Running to you in my passionate desire,

Sometimes I feel I will be swallowed by that fire.

I extinguish it with the water of prayer

It fuels my faith, brings depth—layers

Sometimes my loneliness is the glue that keeps me with You

Though I resent it, other joys are few

I will seek, I will seek, though tears collide

Bodly: true companionship only You provide

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