advent journal

advent journal: tired

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

03 Dec 2020 — 1 min read

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Somedays I come to this page with something to say already in mind, as if to make an offering. Sometimes I come with nothing but raw feelings, almost like a confession or simply a statement of how things are. Tonight is the latter. Thanks for meeting me here.

tired

the word exhaust means to empty but I feel full of tired and grief weighed down with weary don’t you

that’s not intended to be a question I know you do I see the loss in your eyes the bend in your back

I don’t have much to offer tonight except to say tired is not the last word neither is grief

whatever the last word is I’m not even sure we’re even close to starting the last sentence

let us sleep even if it's not rest I need to sleep don’t you if you dream remember to tell me

Peace, Milton

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