He Has Just Begun

of late when I wander through an obstacle without relief, throbbing breaths heave into evenings dark as raven's plume... and the crux of angst welcomes my own fables, my stories reflecting glassy eyes immersed in cries and doubt. as space of uncertainty drowns , I wrestle with faith on edge...yet in slow motion, cool breezes fill the vacant gaps allowing my sighs a meditative peaceful pause. Looking around, I find new blossoms touching my face, a heady pleasure tasting heaven's gift... my soul surrenders. O He is always on time with blessings anew...on hours when dark and light blend with God's holy evensong.