"You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you."
Like some, she is not the type to revel in confrontation.
Mainly, she enjoys avoiding it altogether.
It's the lonely nagging of her soul
that bothers her most of all;
knowing that her opinions are not popular,
even among friends.
Yet she cannot abandon
the yearning of her heart.
The burden squeezes hot tears
and all at once she cannot breathe.
Restless and abandoned, she calls out to him
as she sweeps spider webs
from the porch light.
She watches a small spider scurry away,
as a moonbeam slips through the clouds
and tiptoes across her bed of pansies,
careful not to crush them.
He will find her there -
in the night and all at once
she will breathe again.
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