Awakening Thanks

Grief-lined faces fill

my mind … scattering

my dreams as I shun 



I know this worn 

path; once smooth 

stones become 


when in weakness

we bear every affliction


Hefting our own

pains, we laden 

on struggles 

of others, barnacles 

of immense weight,

but there is ease

when we release 

all misery

to He who speaks 

grace, who relieves 

our souls 

to peace.  

And I am grateful—

my spirit sings praises

for sleepless nights

with our King.

C.L. Fisher, June 2020

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