When, in my life,
The screen's glow slowly grows,
Becomes a searing glare
That never fades

My daily tasks
Become a tidal wave
I cannot find the strength
To sweep the floor
Or read a word

I cannot find the will
Or joy
To play or write or draw or paint or sing
Or make a single thing

My books don't hold my interest
The only food I want is fried
My sleep is fitful

The voice of God is silent for so long
That I cannot recall a time or circumstance
When ever I was certain

When I feel that I can count friends
On the fingers of one hand
When those I really care about is half that sum
And those who care for me is half again

When all my works are ash

Then go I to the sea
Where deep calls out to deep
And stand there, on the shore of rock
And look out at the infinite horizon
And the salt in the air is a salve
And the waves call out in voices I can hear and understand
And I remember that my soul is fathomless

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