Where To
The road ahead, not always unknown,
will often reveal where we belong.
When the power source is taken by storm;
Don't give up; a candlelight is born.
To sit alone,
not knowing next home;
Things are feeling so unstable,
Being so financially disabled.
Let not our future be just a fable.
We know not what to do, nor where to go.
Unable to stay; O Lord, show us the way.
Life can be cruel with deep struggles,
tossing us about, filling us with troubles.
What is life if there are no questions?
Life creates questions; we produce answers.
Through years of toil, a few tears, a few fears.
Like so many, we remember it well, like a show and tell.
Like suddenly in '86, or just last week, when we felt
very worn and weak. But after the dark nights, then
came the dawn and the sunlight. Hope and Prayers
arose and made things right.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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