a truth of being broke
or in debt as tall as towers
is still the rich remains
to uplift in tested hours
if you can find your breath
reject distrust, and tempting woe
sweet salvations runneth
brimming cups to overflow
a job is lost or ended
and soon the sea surrounds
but still the speckled sun
perches path and grassy ground
the morning breaks anew
and with it often, troubled thought
but waking thanks of day’s embrace
will loosen restless knots
I know the bills are ceaseless
unbending dates and posts
but comfort can alight
in even buttered crannied toast
small nutritious capsules
of grace to charge your soul
swallow as your energy
your battery, your coal
for someday is the last day
the great end of appetence
and hours are but wasted
in disquiet extravagance

Blessed be the Lord,
who daily bears us up;
God is our salvation. Selah
Psalm 68:19

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus. Phil 4:19

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