I suppose I should write something uplifting on Sundays,
Not to mention I want to
Remind myself it doesn’t all revolve around me,
The way I feel not being the determining factor.
It is only an illusion I am enclosed within my skin,
And my thoughts are of my own making.
There is no escaping outside forces
Vying for my allegiance.
In the struggle I sometimes forget I am already spoken for,
My inmost name held in hands
That will not let me go,
Will not cease to make me,
Have me ever on the wheel
Spinning off the dross.
It is no wonder I am sometimes dizzy
And unsure of my footing.
On Sundays it is good to remember
I have unfailing help holding me up,
Helping me all the way.
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