I think my patience is running dry... not that i am proud of this fact or even awaiting its last drops to touch the pavement. I am concerned that my current living situation with my mother or rather lack thereof is going to turn into a permanent vacancy. Mother and I have been dancing for the last couple of month and the tune always leaves me helpless.
The distancing act
You say my hands are
unable to lift
the depth of your cares
but He whose patience
is boundless
did carry you here
loved you first
and wants you near
yet senseless images
are your hope
pushing me
you turn your back
what more could i do
the endurance
i prayed --i lack
those of you who know me and my mother can continue to pray for us
thanks and to God be the Glory
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