My Interior Is Like A Desert As I Strive To Make My Outer Self A Pleasant Garden For Others... Failing...

I wish that I could embrace every lonely hurting soul;
To surprise them all with a love and understanding beyond words...
Yet I myself am filled with
a desert thirst.

What can I do? How can I remain standing and walking through this desert?

When I falter
Others know it. A quick, sharp reply, unsoftened with the enormous empathy that
immediately slaps my face inside.

Is there a divine being who will sustain my soul from within?
Is there a latent Power that only I keep in check because I fear to feel
an abandonment
great enough to put my face in the dust?
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Jan 9, 2013