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* I haven’t written a poem in a while. I never know who’s gonna show up to write, the storyteller, the f-bomb dropper, or the poet.
This one wrote itself in the last few days, ’cause Lord knows I can’t write poetry…but I can take dictation đ
My wish is that it gives you peace.
There side by side they stand,
Faith and Hope, on the other side of Fear.
Beckoning me to come toward THEM.
Back MY way they won’t come, thatâs clear.
I scream prayers but they donât listen,
I yell and donât make sense.
This new way has not been christened,
I weigh my options, I straddle the fence.
Insisting I take a step forward,
reassuring me, guiding me home.
They never waver, they won’t judge me,
no matter how off course I roam.
“Donât you dare suggest forgiveness,
when my heart is broke in two!
Never talk of “new tomorrowsâ.
Look through MY eyes and see THAT view!”
But come with me they wouldnât,
down my dark and twisted trail.
They explained they really couldnât,
if I wanted healing to prevail.
“You can only catch a glimpse of us,
there inside your angst.
To really see us, drop defenses, mend those fences,
practice gratitude – then give thanks.”
“For inside every dilemma,
every horror known to man,
lies a nugget of redemption,
Youâll find it, we know you can!”
Faith and Hope stood side by side,
at the end of that dark trail.
They had walked a ways ahead of me,
THEY had done it first – so I couldnât fail.
Hang in there loves,
xox
