Tiredness grounds me into a quiet stupor of the spirit.
I yearn to be inspired, to be lifted up, set free beyond the place of deadness.
The struggle goes on, however, and you and I, God, we exist together with seemingly little communion.
Yet in the deepest part of me, I believe in you, perhaps more strongly than ever.
I am learning you as a God of silence, of darkness, deep and strong.
I do not wrestle anymore only wait, only wait for you to bring my dry bones into dancing once again.
Joyce Rupp
May I Have This Dance?
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