The sky hangs low

covering land with clouds.

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Damp seeps in

to skin

to hair

to ground.


Are You here, even here?

Here where hearts are weighed down?

Here where hope is distant?

Here where life ends?


Sight obscured.

Color muted.

Energy absent.

Shoulders bowed.

Tears fall.

Heads heavy.


Emmanuel, we need You.

Light of the world,

Blaze in!

Drive away the gray.


Or, at least

light a candle

in my soul.

Let me be Your



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