An ever present burden weighing down my soul like an anvil on a feather.
I am stuck and immobile whilst others laugh, play and live it up
(or at the very least, choke and sputter along).
Deaf and dumb to the world around me,
all I see are plagues tearing up my soul,
giving me hives, careening me out of control
(yada yada, I could go on...).
But as I look up to the clouds and the moon, the sun and the stars,
I am reminded of angels and miracles, of heaven and an empty tomb
and remember there is a whole other blessed dimension to this life,
a reality that lends a patient hand to the struggling soul and holds on tight
while they wriggle and worm their way out of trouble...
(that would be me officer)
and so it is.
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