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Across the burnt field I carry my load I pierce the smoky expanse my energy flags I yearn for rest but the burden gets heavier I am alone and slog for both of us. I converse with my mind: “Please, a small spell to float this flood to higher ground. Find an ounce of push, then I can unravel.” A midnight exhaustion overtakes me I lay depleted at wits end I pray a surrender concede abandon my self gaunt, frail, devoid. Before sleep an appeal to a power greater than me deliver me from these ashes.
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
Deliver me...
Across the burnt field I carry my load I pierce the smoky expanse my energy flags I yearn for rest but the burden gets heavier I am alone and slog for both of us. I converse with my mind: “Please, a small spell to float this flood to higher ground. Find an ounce of push, then I can unravel.” A midnight exhaustion overtakes me I lay depleted at wits end I pray a surrender concede abandon my self gaunt, frail, devoid. Before sleep an appeal to a power greater than me deliver me from these ashes.
After a complex surgery my wife is in a painful period of recovery. Together with the help of friends who bring food and love, and with divine assistance, we will make it. BTW, the prayer worked. I woke up the next day refreshed and ready for what would come.
glenn-currier
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
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