for some kind of help. for a bending down from the higher places with an unfolding hand, an open palm, fresh bread. today. i am not faithful but he is. this truth i will lean my head upon, a shoulder of understanding. this is the ground beneath me, a place to put my fickle feet. a steady rhythm to listen for in amongst all the tossing and turning, the wrestling, the fighting and the losing that goes on and on in my own heart day after day. take a deep breath and

press my ear to the ground.

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