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Drained and in want,
I lie here with no strength
to get up on my feet.
Uneasy thought
scrambles for footing
on a craggy shoreline,
looking for a place to renew.

How am I going to find,
in this harsh barren land,
a shepherd who will lead me
to pastures of green,
spring-like abundance
and effortless grace,
where no question goes
unanswered, no wants exist.

Then as rock and reflection
are one in still water,
in quiet prayer
I catch a glimpse
of my freedom
as fearless creation
linked in likeness
to my Creator, Love,
and ready to be led.

With fresh views ahead,
feet gain vigor,
rough rock becomes
a firm foothold of
steps guiding me
out of arresting anxiety
into green pastures of confidence,
brisk, new, alive.

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