Like a caterpillar, i'm waiting to emerge from the cocoon of darkness and cold.
Like the cicada, i yearn to break free from the damp, gloomy ground to fly around in golden sunshine.
Oh spring, whereth thou? Winter hangs over me like a persistent cold. It is already March. Hasten, o spring! 
1 comment:
yea! everything must change!! we need to move into a new level of intimacy with GOD... ahhh... only GOD can satisfy us... !!
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