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.
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2024
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