Poetry

Questions 

I just found this poem/song from 2006 while going through old journals and I don’t think I’ve ever posted it. Lots and lots of questions in these old journals and it’s encouraging to see how many of those questions have since received answers or just gone away. It’s a lovely reminder that seasons are just that… seasons – they don’t last forever – they change. Harsh winters do turn into beautiful springs. Happy Sunday 💗

A pretty face – torn up heart

Missing pieces – falling apart

Looking for a seamstress

Holding the thread

Where do I begin?

So many blessings

But thoughts so confused

Wanting serenity

But it will only approach

Like the waves

Calm this sea

Make sense out of me

Put to rest my questions

Lay out Your path before me

I am at the brink of despair

With so many doubts of why I am here

Put an end to this wrestle

Please calm me, wash me 

and my fears

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