Bridging the Breach
Fired for mistakes I had not made,
the blame was like a razor blade.
Friction so strong, I felt afraid
until I prayed, until I prayed.
Fear held me tighter than a rope,
Facing my foe, I did not grope.
My work withstood the microscope.
Prayer gave me hope; prayer gave me hope.
Lesson learned, my new hope depends
not on my skills, nor "so-called" friends,
nor luck. No, my faith recommends
God's dividends; God's dividends.
monotetra written February 11, 2017
for Brenda's contest on Lessons in life learned
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017
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