I grew weary of my situation,
As pointless as the weather.
But life would not leave me.
The rest of this story is nothing but Grief,
Ache and Endurance.
High calls low & low calls high.
I tell you, if you were in dire states as I was,
You too would elevate your thoughts.
The lower you are, the higher your mind
Will want to soar.
It was natural that, bereft & desperate
As I was,
In the throes of unremitting suffering,
I should turn to God.
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