Sometimes the grief of what is not
Torments and tests our purest thought
The anguish of our heart’s desire
Ignites a raw and raging fire
Sometimes the void of what has been
In all its scratched, imperfect sheen
Threatens to rob us of the joy
As guilt and blame and shame deploy
Sometimes the aftermath of choice
Yields harvests hard to ever voice
As in our heart of hearts we bear
The consequences of its care
Sometimes, the weight of wanting burns
As haunting of failure returns
But God is faithful; if we ask
He fits us for our present task
© Janet Martin
We all need to be reminded of this sometimes. Thanks.
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Sue, thank-you for understanding:)
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