Detours
Gallivanting about with doubt
You could fly to natural high
Hades called, saw you fall, like
Bottomless bucket unfulfilled.
Life became blue/black strife
Stripped your will to climb
From valley to hill, until
Your empty soul lamented thirst.
Such fog like state of zero visibility
You heard of fountain of faith, and
Felt grace ushering you forth, one
Snowy evening of warmth you knew.
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