There’s a rut in my brain from thinking the same thing over and over again. Terror of the grim reaper memories of mistakes regrets digs deeper and deeper I sink in the narrow grave of despair. Life is so unfair. Today, I hit bottom when I stopped digging and instead of thinking offered up a prayer. That’s when the ladder dropped and I heard another thought, “Come Out.” The rut filled in I got what I crave, God called me out of my grave.
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Can you think of someone who might get a lift from this poem?
Images generated by of ChatGPT. Poem and video by me.
Heads up – because the first Sunday of the month in April is Easter our Zoom spiritual sharing group will meet on the second Sunday, April 12th.
