I was looking through old photos and shreds of poetry and I came across what seemed to be a kind of convergence. This poem hints at the fact that only Christ’s light can sweep away the weight of lethargy or ignite the dead wood of a soul “done trying.”
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Under the World
Letdowns lie thick
at the cellar door;
when I look out,
the hinges scream—
I don’t leave anymore.
Someday perhaps I’ll try again
to push aside the door;
today I fear the harpies
that live above my floor.
Someday perhaps I’ll try again—
but it will take the sun
and it will take the fury
of a mighty rushing wind.
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