SHROUD DESCENDING

Depressives know to expect,

The occasional day wrecked…

Or a part

Shrouds the heart,

Bending over one’s neck.

Today dark heavy shrouds

Compete with grey winter clouds..

Angry in morning

Without warning,

Results of which he’s not proud.

Hope still lays out there,

If he would only care…

Rise by faith–

His Lord is safe–

And breathe in fresh, sweet air!

–Jonathan Caswell

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