Prayer Service

I'm at a crossroads and each path looks blocked off
maybe I'm just severely blind, voluntarily or not
I just know I feel stuck
Nothing new.

This faith that needs to direct me 
sometimes it's fleeting like a chill breeze
I want to hum into the air
raise my face into the fresh
oh how I need just that single touch.

Yet other times it disappears leaving its enemies
behind. they haunt me down till I can't breathe,
till I can't breathe.

a solemn song brings the breeze my way.
Suddenly the light is too bright
I slowly rise up from my despair
shielding the sudden glare in my sight
It's beautiful.

I can't see yet
But I know it's beautiful.


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