without inhibition

I have let things waver and I have come up short. I am desperately clinging to a small hope that barely buoys me in the depths of this sea. Screaming up His name and here I am standing alone, desperate. The core of this vessel is shaking and breaking loose. This is what I've prayed for. Keep me here--in this place of wanting.

posted by meg johnson @ Tuesday, December 27, 2005