“It’s only a day away,”
The curly haired girl would sing on stage
‘Cause the sun did come out “tomorrow”
And that was all that shined over here, alas.
Bedbound once again
I search my mind in wonder:
What penance doth I need to serve?
What sin doeth I need forgiveness?
Thy husband is off on his adventures
And I am here, alone with you
Exasperating in another lost day
Where even the counselor had little to say.
My Lord is silent on such an occasion
Perhaps waiting for me to simply dwell
And know that He is there
Even when I cannot see, feel, or touch His face.
Is this my fate, I ask to the silence around me?
Perhaps it is. Perhaps nothing will ever change.
I am to rejoice the Scriptures tell me forthright
That must come from grace for my strength fails,
Lest a key drops into my space with some goodness
This day I will simply breathe one nare at a time
(Until the pounding in my head subsides, alas.)
Jesus is for the Wounded 
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