Life

January 23, 2016

Up high, down low my feelings flow

In between, always changing.

Pure happiness and bliss

can change with a fist,

the fist of fear and dread.

Being constantly fed

with decisions and actions of others.

Good news at last.

We pack up fast

to only find out at noon

we weren't going soon.

We wait and wait

for the storm to abate

but it only grows stronger

until it feels I can't last any longer.

Finally we reach the point

where one decision can disappoint

or bring us happiness ever more.

What happens tomorrow no one can say

except it could last all day.

The outcome could either be a cage

or the start of a brand new page.

After whatever happens, I will kneel

and know what I feel

Is what God wants for us

and I won't be one to fuss.

God knows what is best

And I will leave him the rest.

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