My Silence

I do not know what to give.

I give at the altar weekly. 

I want to give daily. I want to be able to give daily.

I do not know what to give.

I write the words. I pluck the strings. I draw the lines. I wander...lost and in pain.

Am I truly lost? I don't know. I know the pain. I also know that You know the pain. I know that what feels like being lost may actually be that I am in Your embrace. 

I'm not here. I'm not there. I don't know where I am.

I do not know what to give.

I give my existence.

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