Right for me,
what is right for me?
The sting of lost faith
touches each tale
I’ve ever told. . .
Been told before-
I am not unique
I am a relative.
I’ve strung together
every sad story
turned to idol’s gold.
See, I am golden
in my mind,
no idol, but the
sun to shine
on wintry days decline.
I melt In The Atmosphere
of warmth
and almighty adoration.
Natures being
is seeing
a harsh reality.
Natural disasters
-divine-
tell of what’s to come.
An omen of outstretched hands
-togetherness to rebuild
the city nature left to crumble.
Nature is not your friend,
it’ll weather you to a foggy end,
and in her beauty, you will see
God’s wrath among the sea.
A hurricane’s fright
headed towards your home
in the night.
With all the lives
that nature took,
how can we overlook
The Somber State of
our existence?
The thought had crossed my mind,
of you,
from time to time.
Our growing affection,
our growing life.
Learning to embrace change
in a world which never stops.
Hope is like a swinging grace,
He swoops in and takes my place.
I welcome Optimism,
He’s the family
I never had
when life grew sad.
“Rejoice,” He said,