Fallow 157

The sun is rising
I see light through dark curtains
Though I rest in bed

At a crossroads now
Do I get up for work now
Or wait till later?

These dreams wearied me
But that seemed to be their aim
One sidestepped by grace

Unexpected grace
Can such a thing unbalance
To topple the realm?

Seems core to my faith
For this is what Jesus did
The echo still heard

"Once low get back up
These attacks not in your mind
But by lines unseen."

May I remember
To be kind and show mercy/patience
When signal beams wrath

Maybe paths will part
The Bard does tend to whistle
As fox feet move on 

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