deeper than the Light
can penetrate.
I am like the flower,
struck by the plow,
still growing,
still reaching for the Sun,
but knowing it never will.
The Struggle itself powers me to keep...struggling.
Still,
I yearn to lie down,
to the sleep that calls to me,
at last.
Sweet Solace,
my truest friend,
you have always been there for Me.
Waiting.
