footprints in the earth.....

Recovery

The grave is in reality
The daily struggle of life
Pressed down in suffering
Sweat, the baptism of the garden
Toil and labour, living as in death
This endless resurrection
Every morning   birth

Giving oneself wholly in labour
The miracle of mind and will
Yet heavenly powers breathe life
Into the dying soul
In every near frustration
Hope lies in belief
In every trying death
Lies the consequent resurrection


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Recovery

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