Deep sadness, to the marrow
Of the bone.
No hope for tomorrow....
Feeling lost and alone.
No understanding to be found.
Isolation pulls to the underground.
Wait.
Stop.
Take a breath, close eyes,
Whisper "do you see me?"
Surprise.
You are noticed, cared for
By the One always there for
You, the apple of His eye.
You, and don't even try
To understand why.
Just take it in,
In deep.
To the marrow.
Hang on for just one
More tomorrow.
Where He's the same.
The One who loves you.
The One who knows your name.
All words property of Deena Peterson and not to be used without permission.
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