when the spirals
spin ever eccentrically
downward, downward
when the depths
sink energetically
deeper, deeper
when every turn
confronts despair
hurting, hurting
wakeful and yet so listless
isolated yet standing off
tearful and dysfunctional
concentration, simply shot
what then can I do
but hold on not to deceit,
but cling on to Truth
what more can I do
than hold on not to pain
but cling on to what is Good
Lord help me, O help me
to cling only, on to You
Today’s Daily post prompt is “cling”
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Thank you so much, that is a huge encouragement
this was like wow. Beautifully written.