i'll know my name as it's called again

Exhaustion quenches Spirit-fire.
Deep calls to deep, but
I'm scratching the surface,
neglecting my roots.

If we're on the same team, why does it feel like
Them vs. Me?
The odds are terrible--they number twice as many and
fight hard with tireless youth.

Wisdom makes her appeal:
Set your heart toward my door.
In the waiting and the watching
I hear whispered my own name
and I remember.

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