Forlorn
With no thought
for tomorrow she followed
whims chasing treasure
fickle as a child
watching butterflies.
Forlorn stands before sanctuary
weeping at destruction
fouled by graffiti
willful desecration
filled with debris.
Wanders searching
food for strength to
withstand another day
fervently praying sorrow be
wiped away, sin
forgiven, restore broken
faith.
Psalm 37:3: "Trust in the Lord, and do, good; Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness."
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