Wrinkle in TimePhoto by Bgrace
My friend, I thought of you today
Wish you could know that I'm ok
Sometimes I wonder and begin to fear
You've turned to the skeptics
You've given them ear
Though they may try to rewrite the past
Tainting the light with the shadows they cast
I trust the Spirit of God in you
To show you what's good, what's right, what's true
I'll say just this before I go
I'm still almost the strongest person you know
(Though my scars have born more pain than they'll ever show)
I've seen so much I wish I could share
Depth and beauty
The rich and rare
Though our paths have parted ways
I find myself hoping it's just a phase
Trust this in me
No matter where your feet may go
Nothing could turn you from friend to foe
4 comments:
Did you write this? It made me sad. But literature would be awfully monochromatic if it only ever elicited the emotion of happiness/gladness/joy. N'est ce pas?
Another great poem, Bec. This one could be framed and hung on a wall somewhere. It speaks both specifically and universally, which is the sign of all great literature.
Yes, I wrote it, and the sentiment sad. But beautiful. Imagine if I couldn't extend forgiveness, grace, and hope. Then it would just be a sad poem.
But with love, the sad can be beautiful.
Becky - you have captured the soul of this type of pain.
Thank you for willingly writing what God has given you to share.
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