Curtis Johnson Poet Narrative

Surrenity

We never knew that death was so close.
And when our grand  daughter was dying,
Before her passing we began to pray.
Something erupted deep inside of me.
I yelled loudly; I pleaded to God;
I said, " Lord, please don't let her die!
Can you do this for me?"
I cried like a newborn baby.
God heard me but he said, "No".

When my oldest sister died
I felt my breath being taken away
And it seemed reality disappeared

When my daughter's husband abused her
A force of anger exploded in my soul,
Igniting desires to do him bodily harm.
Only God held me back from attacking him.

When I lost a job in San Francisco
I was at a loss and did not know what to do,
Where to go,  or who to call as eruptions of
Fear boiled up inside of me. But for the grace
Of God and his guiding light,  a continual flow
Of emotional lava would have overwhelmed me.

When my grandmother passed away
My dream of introducing her to my
First born also died.

Many are the eruptions of life,
Causing disruptions in our lives.
But we must remember that God's
Grace is abundant, preventing
total destruction to our lives.

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