feeling small
and fragile,
words
misunderstood.
they put up
walls
of silence and
anger
I'm too weary to
tear down.
might I hide
myself
in You?
rest for a
while,
let your peace
wash
over me
cradled in
Your
love.
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I am linking to Emily's "imperfect prose" today.
Blessings,
Linda