Hand of my hand – that has withdrawn itself and washed clean sin stain, reach farther, touch hands of those I cannot, for my hand has withered into uselessness without your confidence.
Heart of my heart – that has excised itself and left me hollow, beat on, make strong hearts of those I cannot, for my heart has shriveled into faint frailty without your compassion.
Soul of my soul – that has severed itself and sacrificed trust, rouse spirits, stir souls of those I cannot, for my soul has fallen into deep despair without your buoyant care.
Know this feeling all too well, Dawn, but have found, as I hope perhaps you already may have, that just by refusing to be kept paralysed by it is the first step to a renewed energy and perspective. Writing is always a good starting point to penetrate the sense of a leaden sky over one's head! And, like walking uphill, sometimes it's just a question of doggedly putting one foot in front of the other... love the raw honesty in this write. Bless you, Kate xx
confidence, compassion and care are the essential elements of keeping our souls alive and preventing our plunge into the despair of feeling abandoned ...
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A powerful, poignant write--may God shore you up :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Keep writing, keep strong, and know you're in my prayers. :(
Love from India - Joel -
very moving ... superb!
William .....Peace & Love