The dead dog



When you finally hit rock bottom, after some time it begins to feel like Egyptian cotton. There's not much lower to go. Life and breaths may seem too slow. You can only climb higher. That's if you're a fighter. You can count your loss, and cry about the cost. But that's the past. It can only hurt if you let it last. Sure, you've got hurdles. But you survived so far. Remember your girdle. All those tears are collected in His jar. Know not to lose your focus. Ignore the locusts. Do what is right and just. An opportunity the scales to adjust. Love unconditionally. Breathe in peace inspite of the difficulty. Exhale love. You can only do that if you have the dove. Peace in the midst of a storm... At rock bottom, nobody's expecting you to perform. No expectation. Only winged isolation. Trust no one. Let God be…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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