There Comes a Time

She was tragically wounded in her fragile heart
Betrayed by her lover, the one who tore it apart
with vile words and deeds he chose to impart
leaving her as addled as an abstract work of art

There comes a time when what was is no more
The strong become weak, the rich become poor
A delicious apple is simply reduced to a core
Hearts drawn in sand are washed from the shore

Sometimes life gets twisted by anger or fate
Things loved suddenly become objects of hate
When burgeoning signs of Spring arrive too late
There comes a time to have patience and wait

Budded flowers bloom before they wither and die
Truth is found to be nothing more than a lie
Relationships flounder until they go awry
There comes a time to whisper, "goodbye"

There are times we cling to hope, running deep
When mourners no longer have reason to weep
When we'll scale mountains, too high and too steep
And sowers of seed have bountiful harvests to reap

Things change with time, as dark becomes light
Tides ebb and flow and black fades to white
A golden sun bows to a silver moon at night
There comes a time to make wrong things right

We wear life as a cloak, a cloth of fragile weaving
Mended at the seams when ripped by deceiving
There comes a time to put an end to the grieving
In yourself, you must always continue believing

A chrysalis becomes a beautiful winged creature
The ambitious student becomes the wise teacher
Disbelievers find faith in Lord Jesus, the preacher
There will come a time when pain can't reach her
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gondolf Avatar
October 18, 2018 at 4:41 AM
Things aren’t always as they seem but perhaps we just need to look at them differently, everything happens for a reason. Glad to see you posting again, Lin. John
Lane Avatar
October 18, 2018 at 5:54 AM
That's correct, John. Not only things, but also people are not always as they would have others believe. I still post once in a while, but I've been editing again and loving it! Thank you for visiting me.
Inman Avatar
September 29, 2018 at 2:01 PM
This is beautiful Line.
Lane Avatar
October 18, 2018 at 5:50 AM
Many thanks, James.
Warrior Avatar
September 21, 2018 at 9:16 AM
Heartfelt write my dear lady Lin(nice to see you posting)...Jesus heals all wounds...love & lady Lin light...^WW^
Lane Avatar
October 18, 2018 at 5:50 AM
So sorry I'm just seeing your sweet comments. Thank you, J.
Allison Avatar
September 21, 2018 at 8:14 AM
I found your poem so uplifting Lin - am adding it to my faves so there will come a time I will read it again:-) hugs Jan xx
Lane Avatar
September 21, 2018 at 9:11 AM
Thank you for the lovely comment, Jan. It's very apropos.
Kiser Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 6:47 PM
Our cloaks contain many rips and mends throughout our lives; you speak the truth with this write. Well done.
Lane Avatar
September 21, 2018 at 7:49 AM
Yes, and we keep mending them, but there are some garments that can only be repaired until they are beyond salvation. Thanks for leaving a comment.
Green Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 12:12 PM
This was really nice Lin and definitely one that makes the reader think. They say time heals all wounds but maybe never completely, but just enough for us to move on and find those bluer skies. Really well written.
Lane Avatar
September 21, 2018 at 7:48 AM
Thank you, Chris. Wounds may heal but some scars run too deep to forget. I appreciate your visit.
Hamilton Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 10:53 AM
Wonderful write Lin, that time will come, what a glorious day that will be!
Lane Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 11:36 AM
It will definitely be the answer to many prayers and give vindication. Thank you ever so much, John.
Cunningham Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 9:58 AM
Beautiful verse you have written Iin. Nice to see you. Tom
Lane Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 11:35 AM
Thanks so much, Tom. It's an edited version of a poem I posted on PS in October of 2015.
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