Sunday morning poetry. Church; my words, spoken to me, shared lovingly to you.

Lifeline.
Which rope
survives the battle?

Tethered hope,
coiling round.
Frayed peace
tightening breath.
Weathered love
stretching thin.
Relinquished joy
laying bare.

Conviction battling doubt.

 

 

 

 

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