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My Fight

Swirling, racing, dark as night
Searching, reaching for the light

Endings, beginnings all feel so dire
Drenched in misery from flames of a roaring fire

Questions, cries with no reply
Still believing not knowing why

Hoping, praying, all the time
Hear the wind blow the chimes

God is calling, be still, my child
This is only for a little while

For in the end you'll understand
And revel in my perfect plan

Until next time, wishing you…

Blessings, Peace and Love,

Diane 💙

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A journey of self.

2 thoughts on “My Fight

  1. “God is calling, be still, my child
    This is only for a little while!”
    And shall pass!
    You must be very weary. Working through things takes so much energy. Rest. It won’t be long until the light shows itself and it won’t be a train, I promise. You are going to be just fine. ♥~

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