March
my life was mere existence
inner being barren and lost
a spiritual abyss
I was unprepared to cross
I walked in a winters rain
forsaken by those I loved
my weary body protected
only from the storm above
You knew Your child had wandered,
despair, a beckoning hole
You took me from the tempest
and into your place of hope
dwelling in your home of warmth
my dispiriting chill fades
Your light calms my inner storm,
awareness dawns, I am safe
Copyright © Laura Mckay | Year Posted 2011
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