I wrote this June 23 2010 at a personal retreat at the home of a dear friend trying to process my dad's death and figure out what to do next.
Kiss me awake
I am roused from foggy slumber to see the light of Your countenance.
Who am I
that You wait expectantly by my bed
sure that I will arise and pick up destiny
knowing I will awake and try on hope again for size.
You are my encourager
the One who rescues me when I don't know I'm lost,
thank you very much.
Heartache, dullness and sorrow have been my weary companions
You awaken joy, belief, inspiration and hope to take their place by my side.
I like your clothes much better.
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