In this quiet night I am suspended somewhere between hope and despair. It is not a pleasant place to be, this nowhere land, this limbo.
I remind myself to look up for "my redemption draweth near." I would like to curl myself around it, crawl somehow inside it, feel it pulsing over me like waterfall.
I am waiting for hope to arrive, implant seeds of growth in my heart and blossom there completely.
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