Poem I wrote today. Praise be to God. Bless you as you read this.
~When the heart refuses to heal.
And the monotony of the day will only steal.
That which was held captive before.
True as the day evermore.
Body is yearning for relief from the pain.
Even as the mind finds memories that remain.
Soul is trying all but in vain.
To find a way but to refrain.
From being crazed by life incomplete.
But by finding a way to simply repeat.
The happiness that has been created at best.
And keeping the spirit wild when called for, but at other times leaving it to rest.
Why does that seem so hard to do?
Finding a rhythm that works for you?
The cadence of a life that’s just passing you by.
As you reach for dreams that don’t quite touch the sky.
So you pray to God asking for help to achieve.
Maybe something you might never receive.
But you can’t give up while you wait.
Even if this life you begin to hate.
Bitterness won’t stop you from being alive.
As you sink faster from a metaphorical dive.
Your life in shambles because you don’t know how to cope.
Finding yourself at the end of your rope.
Reach out to the source of all love and hope.
Jesus Christ knows your hurt.
And you had better start to know your worth.
You’re a child of the most high God, created by Him and for Him.
Not just made on a mere whim.
But on purpose He created you so you can proclaim.
The Gospel of Jesus, in His name.~
