Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Prayer for Help.

In this mire I sink and drown,
in this mire are only frowns.
     Each step a threat,
         for all around
             the mud is thick
                 and bears you down.
                    You feel its grip,
                     its downward suck,
                and finally admit
            the power and pull
       of this bottomless pit.
O let your hand reach down.
Please pull me out to solid ground.

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