​When I am weary,
and I can’t go on,
the winds carry me
aloft and along.

On days I feel lost,
my faith just wrung out,
Rain carries my tears,
washes away doubt.

If I would give up,
Time carries me on.
The moon soothes my nights,
the sun greets my Dawn.
M. Zane McClellan
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The Daily Post prompt: Carry