The Storm

November 3, 2013 | By | 1 Comment

My heart hurts,
a feeling hard to describe,
as if I have been rejected,
and wounded inside.
My hopes destroyed,
as reality becomes clear,
what I wanted will not be,
yet what is I shall not fear.

Thunder and lightning flash and roll,
God moves, his purposes he unfolds.
In his plans thus will I trust,
and not in my own, who am but dust.

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  1. Paula says:

    Again, absolutely lush poem. Thank you for this. The words are perfect timing for my life right at this moment.
    So hard to trust all will be well with all life’s twists and turns, the question why? Is never far from mind.
    Why not? Replies a voice within.
    The voice of knowing it was this or better.
    Learning to trust, have faith and believe it’s all for the best. This is the hard part.

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