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Poetry: Searching


it oppresses me,
tearing tortured sail and mast.
unrelenting is its presence,
irrevocable the past.
cannot meet the gaze of others.
difficult the words.
can't flee the only one to me most hateful,
alone to be.

will not, cannot,
even could i, nowhere
no one looks away
but with empty
hackneyed phrases painless
glibly say.

anguish ebbing
comes the quiet voice i only now can hear, "rest in Me,
I feel your turmoil.
al1 that's true survives the sear,"
arms of God, enfolding,
"rest in Me, I know your care.
only daily giving trusting
casting can you ever bear."


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