Friday, November 02, 2012

still learning to yield and not to strive
 (so anti-obs actually)

there's always this comfort waiting for me
 though I may have disregarded it, though i may have slighted it...


If my heart is overwhelmed 
And I cannot hear Your voice 
I hold on to what is true 
Though I cannot see

in such times (regrettably true)
when a 1000word essay is due soon
when i feel so powerless
I can no longer do it on my own