The Landscape of Broken Dreams
Across the landscape of broken dreams
There is a lack of a vision it seems.
In the journey of suffering and of faith
The rewards of joy are a long wait.
The prayers are fervent and sustained
The answers are not, only silence remains.
To continue on could be such a waste
Because there is no comfort in this state.
Yet I persist in this deep dark fog
Awaiting answers from a mysterious God.
Copyright © Sanford Weir | Year Posted 2024
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