May...be...getting...sick...so...tired.
more mopey poetry...too tired for explanation. not great. better luck tomorrow!
I expect a snake when I need meat,
A stone instead of bread--or, given bread,
I hear this echo: "Those who work may eat,
And begging isn't labor. So, instead
Of diving in with gratitude, I wait
To hear the catch, or else some negative
Assessment of my worth (I'm second-rate
For daring ask for more than I've been giv'n.)
And yet, how many times have I been told
To ask in faith and, as a child, boldly
Watch with wonder as the work unfolds,
The work which isn't mind, but His, Who holds
The world and I in steady, tender hands,
The work of love, which only faith demands.
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