It is for this I struggle wearily on.
Helped only by his power driving me irresistibly.
Content sometimes , often drawn.
Not always happily but never miserably.

I was comparing myself to someone else in my sleep.
I woke with a start, knowing I had done this all my life.
All this self regard, it’s enough to make you weep.
It just leads to unhappiness being all too rife.

And then I dreamt that instead of enjoying a good meal.
It just got reduced to a tweet.
What is vain and false , what is real.
What ultimately is sour, what is sweet.

I woke , all that matters is to be subsumed in love.
For others , not for yourself, subsumed in love.

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Struggle wearily
Helped only by his power
That is all we can do

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See Colossians 1 : 24 – 2:3