Precious
Every moment of our lives is precious,
Even the dark and painful times of doubt and regret...
But the night passes
A new day begins, and hope is reborn into the willing soul...
It’s so easy to miss this
To become distracted by the noise of everything around us...
But when I quiet myself and look
When I embrace all my life, even those things I don’t understand...
When I take the time to listen to the silence,
And the truth that wells up from within,
It always reminds me of the mercy of God...
Of a love that can’t be bargained with or bought
A love that is generous, kind, forgiving,
And relentless, in the pursuit of my fragile heart...
So my tears mingle with the dew,
As I watch the sunrise...again
Copyright © Roy Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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