Spiritual Space

God never forsakes
yet I fear brokenness.
He tends to tears
my words lose air.

The spoken Word
weighs deadly unbelief
my back aches,
under cheerless grief.

Anger shades these eyes
to truth, too raw to bare
ears too hurt to hear
feeling unlovable.

Heart strings
pull me, this dug grave.
Lightweight messengers
attempt, speak a soul free.

Desert blossoms
golden sandstone piled summit.
Here lies spiritual space
a dwelling at the end of the world.

Poetry

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