Keeling Mind

Every day wakes in anxious dread

Surging sea’s turbulent dreams abed

This nauseating mental chaos cursed

Flies against face of faith well-versed

Reeling bones rise, urgent plea for relief

Thorn’d life bites fervent soul’s belief

Cherished Cross, Blood of the Lamb

Lord, pour Your grace balm…

Mind’s keeling, feels damned.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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