When I feel the walls cinch slowly inward, When the shadows creep toward me dark, When gazing upon my own self coward, When the wind my bones leaves so stark. With my head bowed by weight subdued, My inner soul crying mute for inner calm, When the road twists, bends, cracks seclude, Then ought I, must I, seek Your shielding arm.
Good grief. Grief is good.
I got emotional on this one!
I hope you and your wife are doing okay and feeling peace. I have been through it with a very precious one too. I’m praying for your comfort.