Thought
Storm clouds converge and blend
Dark moods over mind descend
Blacked off sun nowhere seen
Seeping floods destruction bring
Fight not rains and winds for now
Don’t curse the dark or wonder how
But strike a flint and use the spark
So flaming lamp removes the dark
The open door of here and place
Is testament to glorious grace
It can be entered where we are
Pervading grace is never far
Tune to glory and burn out dross
Not fighting self or a whitewash
Prayer
O Lord without catching you at this moment, my mind can be easily caught that weaken my resolve and darken the mind in weakness. You are immediately accessed in this very place and at this very second. Let me light the flint of love so that no struggle is necessary.
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