I would write a poem from the depths of my heart
If my heart had any depth.
I would tell the story of overwhelming difficulties
If my life knew hard times.
I would illustrate the drama of unending sorrow
If my soul truly ached.
But my pain is temporal
And so is my joy.
A sheltered life isn't glib
But it knows not the language of hurt and euphoria.
I can only stare wide-eyed at threats of suicide
At the TV screens broadcasting genocide
At cancer patients and parents turned mourners
Their pain feels real but still so far away.
How will I face it when it finally comes?
"What if this storm ends? and I don't see you as you are now ever again . . ."
3 comments:
This kind of hurts. But in a good way.
SO GOOD. WOW.
My easy life makes me grateful for the prayers of my family & friends.
How will we face the tougher life - especially if it's one that we choose?
Your time will come, it is not a matter of if but when. Be ready to face life's trials head on and may you depend on the LORD for all that you will need.
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