lack luster faith
off tracks and setbacks bait to grief, blind to belief selfishness, internal conflicts kept the spirit sick chronical anxiety isolated from society so much pollution institutionalized the solution but today is change I needed to grow and so I sowed seeds in order to receive that harvest after the rain abundantful living is chronical giving but of a heart that's willing is everything to gain slaughtered my lethargic ways of faith a heart of offering, a new slate