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June 18-22, 2017
I crawled out of my hole, slowly it is hard, takes a very long time things are reflected so weirdly
The Light so far away, I thought it would never touch me and I wasn't sure it wanted to and I wasn't sure I wanted it to
Still I scrabbled up to it, because the pain of Light is so much better than this daily death of endless tears
The stinging slap of joy, though bitter, still the good balm craved by my beaten-down and broken spirit so needing hope it cannot stand
Blessed Light, painful though it be is infinitely to be desired over the permanence of the night
And I grasp at these fragile gleams clutch them closely to my life that when darkness again will fall breathing can go on
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I Crawled Out of My Hole, Slowly A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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