I want to be a hermit
I want to be alone
I want to sit so royally on my hermit throne
I want to live each day I've left within our Lord's creation
I want to marvel at his gift and use the time I am wasting
I will make a little willow hut, with straw down for the floor
I will light a fire to keep me warm and never want no more
I will feast upon the bounty that my lord provides, just enough to keep me and my faithful dog alive
I will drink the clear blue waters of the mountain stream
I will watch my fellow creatures and learn what others only dream
And when my breath is waining I will curl up on the needles upon the forest floor
And die with smile upon my face with the knowledge of times of yore.
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I am a father of two wonderful girls and a christian, long time sufferer of depression my writing has become my therapy. Some of my writing is faith based, some of it portrays the darkness of depression. I make no apologies for that but pray by using my honesty it might help others experiencing similar turmoil in their lives. May God forever bless you and keep you! Kik me @ merlin1038
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