My spirit is fenced in
I am trapped by endless land
Stretching as far as the eye can see
The breath of life is far away
My soul yearns for it.
The sky is blinding white
Causing blisters to my beating heart
A cruel mockery
Of the cool blue heavens
Over the waves.
The Spirit of God resides there
Within the waters of the sea
In every roar of every wave
In every salty sea breeze
In every drop of rain.
He would never leave me
But my soul thirsts for Him
In this endless desert
So very alone in every crowd
I do not feel His presence.
prompt: nature imagery / spiritual metaphors
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