I amble through this life anaesthetised;
benumbed by duty. All that must be done
saps strength, dulls desire. I once disguised
this shambling; but Lord, let those days be gone.
Sweet Spirit, purge the torpor from my veins,
and get me moving, living, once again.
1 comment:
Hey FBLC! I just got your comment on my Light on the Land blog- sorry I was so late in discovering it. Glad to see you back blogging! How's it going?
I hope you are well, and Merry Christmas to you and your family.
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