Your Daily Prayable

My mornings of sorrow
are shrouded in pain.
This "ideal" lifestyle
is crumbling into dust.
Hope is shattered.
Life has imploded
into the sands of time.

Tears like crystal ball snowflakes

fleck with happiness

twirling with the forces

of false emotion,
as myriad feelings

reflect on mirrors

dulled by pain

and the dust of age.
Empty household memories

fill my mind's eye.

But tomorrow,
hope will peek through the clouds again,
and try to banish the bleakness
of this lonely existence.
Help me find the will to trust,
and believe in You again.
 

-  Tanja Cilia

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