When at times I feel devoid of pleasantries,
struggling to be wise and cast my eyes toward the skies,
and wonder if being here amidst fear,
I am sheltered by divine care,
I rip through the lies to unmask the joys in disguise,
where I find that staying in my reclusive lair like a grumpy bear
isn’t worth the tears
as I long to be blessed and lifted from stress,
dislodged from pain to live for gain,
and though I think it’s a mess, take heed; it’s not all gloomy as rain.
Rain of remorse is replaced with showers of love,
flowing on our heads with the grace of a dove,
and though this divine refreshment is hard to see,
not many creatures are as stubborn as we, and
ignoring the beauty that God has wove,
we see the lock but can’t find the key.
Embrace the blessings like a diamond ring,
for it’s a shame to deny what’s been gifted from the King.
Copyright © Davis Smith | Year Posted 2018