Is what I need
To snap me out
Of apathy
A perfect Winter’s day
Bright sunshine and cold
Beautiful colours of evening
Birds singing like Springtime
Going inside to solitude
The cell of my heart
With a thirst and a hunger
To attend to
There’s a tightening about me
Hopeless of change
But a memory
Of old blessedness stirs
To give hope to the waiting
I trust it has a reason.
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