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Wee hours of the morning
In the wee hours of the morning
I wake to the darkness
that comes in the night,
trying to get some rest.

My mind racing with thoughts
of the day before,
cluttered with a surplus of items
not dealt with that slow the healing
my heart so needs...

The pain of unforgiveness
is my condition...
Not of another but of myself,
of a former situation.

I must forgive myself and not hold
on to this stifling guilt,that keeps
my spirit cold...

I lay awake looking outside my window.
The tree stands strong and almost human
as the wind upsets its leafs
and keeps the tree awake.

The tree and I then become friends
as It seems to say
'Were up also, watching you'
and I smile...
as I see the beauty of the view.

I settle down and watch each leave dancing
explicit in dress.
The creation of God is giving me rest.

I find hope and forgiveness in a simple display
of artwork ...
and secure,I return to sleep,
waiting for a new morning
to meet...

Word painting Challenge

Written by Janet Ford

By girlsisy

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