Life Building Struggles
Life building struggles
seemingly buried in oblivion chest
yet so vivid inside touched heart’s memory bank
resurrecting midst warm reunion testimony time
bursting out mixed feelings glow…
Before, tears of struggles drowned me
during my first months
as a volunteer orphanage Mom
persevering to take care of abandoned children
with devotion along God’s compassion I vowed to show…
Admitting reality-idealism conflicts
I had bouts with my spirit’s sacrifice-tenacity
over my carnality’s convenience-pull…
My soul is grateful to the Lord
Who with His mercy upheld my faith
preserving me to keep on pressing on…
thus, driving me serenely
to fulfill utmost best in building lives
so by His grace, I would persist
in my entrusted task with bliss.
Now, laughter of sheer exuberance
constantly fills conversation
with children already grown-up
as they recall how I reared them…
making me bask in triumph by the Saviour’s love*.
*Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
August 5, 2020
4th place, "Dusty Old Memories" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/6/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2020
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