Short Reads in the Son

It’s hard again

And the loneliness

Abrades the skin and soul

I am yours

With assurance I am whole

But not today

The saints seem

All so far away

And claiming victory

Even in the smallest things

While I doubt much

And fear the strokes

That chastening brings.

But Father this is just

Denial of your love

You feel and touch

And timely send your

Rescue from above

Mine to wait and watch

And speak those words

Of timeless writ

Til I see the joy of it.

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