God, cleanse my heart.
Rejuvenate my soul.
Let me remember what it means to try. To care. To love and yearn. To reach.
I'm fumbling in the dark, I'm struggling with my own fears, I'm trying so hard with so little.
Burdens on the shoulder, burdens of the heart and soul. Would you take them from me if I asked?
Is there rest to be found?
I am weary.
Tell me it is all worth it in the end. Let me remember that the struggle is for something.
It is Saturday morning and the air is cold and crisp, the steam from my tea is warm and fogs my glasses, and my heart is still.
God, I am listening now.
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