Grief-lined faces fill
my mind … scattering
my dreams as I shun
sleep
again….
I know this worn
path; once smooth
stones become
unclimbable
when in weakness
we bear every affliction
alone.
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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Poetic Meanderings 