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