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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