| Spiritual Poetry
posted February 10, 2020 |
Send me an angel...
Walking in the wilderness,
I'm parched and mouth is dry;
my feet, they burn in the sand,
I stop and start to cry.
Where is the ocean's shoreline?
I saw it from afar,
but now it's gone from my view.
Is this a dream bizarre?
My body cannot travel;
I'll just kneel here and pray
that God will send an angel
to help me find my way.
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