Stolen Tears

Trudging through the swap of a miry heart,

Eyes lifted to pray but they fall as I start.

Watching obstacles with a concentrated stare,

But my feet get lighter as I stride out my prayer… 

…Now the order of rain has lost its counsel,

And sorrow’s uprising has missed my downfall.

My call for help stolen by thanksgiving praise,

And so I walk in peace with joyful eyes raised. 

~Poet of Ephraim

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