I sat by her bedside
As she lay motionless
Cruelly aware of her
incarceration
Trapped inside a
broken body
Unable to move
Unable to speak
A mere shadow of what
once was
And in my black
despair
I prayed for her
And I heard Malachi’s
words
So, I prayed for her
release
So, she would awake
with the Lord
And burst forth from
her stall
Like a young calf in
springtime
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