Living in a tunnel of fear, mind twisting away in lonely
solitude, afraid to move forward.
Knowing, prayerfully being held with a faith not felt at
this moment, yet believed by a doubtful mind.
A conclave of desires hiding within, placing trust in God
above, because there is no one else who can be relied on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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