i will be true

i wake & read,

trust the Lord

with all your heart

& lean on my under 

standing not. if I blow

my nose again–cough

up pain. i’ll rationalize 

i’m to blame for choosing 

soaking my bone in summer

rain, until a fever borne. i risked

another taste of Heaven, for a

cold reminder i am alive.

& here i acknowledge 

my reckless abandon

of your calling, be still &

know I will make your crocked 

path straight, with goodness &

mercy beside you.

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