Lost

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Lost

The distance has taken a toll;
My heart is weeping.
My body is limp and wilting,
I cry out for you, "Help, come to me...,"
But I hear no answer.
There is no reply in this wilderness I have come to call home.
All of my life you have been with me.
You have heard my cries and come in my darkest hours.
Why am I so alone, enveloped in infinite darkness?
I am blind.
Please show me your love.
Let your mercy sink over me and save me,
Let your light shine through the darkness
Until I am blinded by your grace.
I long for you.
I feel so alone.
Father, Hear my cries;
Wrap your healing arms around me.
I need you.
I see your lampposts lighting the way,
But I cannout make out the path.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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