Refuge

I seek refuge. My heart is twisting and lurching. My spirit wretching. My feet do not feel solid ground beneath them. Crumpled in a heap, a whisper escapes me, "Father."

I seek refuge. The future is uncertain and casts a shadow on the present. Knowing there is only One constant, "Father."

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