Allured into a wilderness of my own making, my undoing. Busy holds me captive, I wear its chains with pride. Etched in performance, a striving to silence fears, taunts that I am alone. This unwelcome feeling floods a weary soul, desperately longing for more. When stillness comes, I hear echoing whispers of love and tender promises, past revelations reawakened as the dawn. Morning light casts away shadows, light transforming the troubled pathways into valleys of abundant hope. And there, in the cascading colours of morning's glorious dawn, eyes are opened to Your very presence, the strength that held me all along.