Imprison

Down to my last two cents, Shall I toss for one final wish? Imprison in the bottom of this wishing well, Deepness take its tow. The Light seems to shine in yonder fading distance. In the image of the moon, The touch is so close, Yet so far in reaching. Bottomless are my prayers, Holding fast in hope. How I prayed for all, Nevertheless- Darkened shadows surround those I love. My faith grows weary; I cast my eyes to the Heaven once again. “I am with you always my love!” Great Comforter has spoken in firmness. With Arms enveloping me in His Grace. Gentle Hand wraps my fingers, Entering His Pierced Side. Warmed of His Heart I am placed in, Tears flow to give back strength within me. I enjoy the nights with my Lord, All my sorrows, I must share with Him, For He command this of me, Being One in feeling my moments of despair- Old Writing back in the year 2000