If I were to re-open myself to you, great Spirit,
what would you say to me?
In my fear, I stepped away - once again - from You.
I thought to take on my own life,
not trusting that Your hand moved.
So hard have I been fighting, pushing...
Again, I find myself, bloodied forehead,
tears streaking the ink on my paper.
Faith, so very difficult
at precisely the moment
I need it most.
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