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Blueness
Weakened and weeping; on the plank
In the darkness �chained to sorrow
I jump into the blueness
Of tomorrow.
Defeated, wounded and broken
The mirror shows my enemy
I find it hard to breathe �
Who will help me to again believe
That the clouds of smoke will clear
And blueness shall soon disappear?
My lamp has no more oil
And no one seems to have
Any drops to spare
I exist in a cruel world
Too big to care about
My fragile welfare.
I find it hard to breathe�
Psalm 109 :22 For I am poor and needy,
and my heart is wounded within me.
Julie Pisacane � 2008
Lifted Up
Lost and
Surrounded by
The cloak of night
Upon the sea
Of misery.
Winds of affliction
Bring torment
To my
Sorrowful soul.
Something is out there
Though I cannot see...
Or perhaps it is
Someone
Who will change my destiny.
A flutter of wings is heard nearby �
I am then lifted up out of
the darkness and given
joyful rest.
A secret happening
Unfolded and revealed
At the right time.
All that the Father giveth me shall come to me;
and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.
John 6:37
Julie Pisacane � 2008
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