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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I awaited the hour of Your presence to come. I spent my energy in patient silence waiting for Your voice. I fell lost for thought and direction. My mind flooded aimlessly into the endless corridors. I sunk down into a torpor because I could not feel you near. The years’ drug on like sluggish roaming cattle. I would wake up and face the day’s battle as if being led by a puppeteer. Debilitated and worn to a smallish nub, I miraculously got through each day. Others would speed along, winding noises in my ears. They whooped and hollered, drunken with life’s allusions. It was a clanging symphony inside my head. The dread of the daily routine made me sick. I learned to be blind and deaf so that I could endure the living. Still yet, that something in me carried me through that wasteland. I clung hopefully to each new day, awaiting your voice. Frailly, I muddled through the raging quiet to its end. Hopeful for a season of rest, I smote with grandeur. I breathed in and breathed out. Closing my eyes, I laughed aloud with relief. I was a soldier leaving his foxhole at the end of war. I stepped forward through the open door. A door of unknown lands, of the likes no man has seen. Still sure this door awaited rest, I moved anxiously forward. I swallowed the pill, no questions asked and expecting euphoric pain relief. As I lifted my eyes, which seemed to take a thousand years, I smelled an awful odor. It permeated the room like fresh defecation. The humid air velvetly touched my body, caressing my skin and coaxing me inward. With sight in full rebound, I gazed upon the unknown lands; my long awaited direction. My heart sank and my stomach grew ill as I stood surrounded by lions. They were hungry, angry, and aroused with defense. Words flooded my brains. So much so that I could not speak. I fell silent, but my spirit uttered only one phrase. “Into the den, into my destiny.”
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