Pray

Like a sea without the roaring waters, The tears pouring down my brown-skinned cheeks are dry To now imagine a motherless son and daughter, Leaves a once jovial home with moans and sighs. But I choose to no longer cry. I pray. I guess I can say your new residence is 6 feet deep. Flowers lay on your casket and your name engraved on the stone, Transitioning from a Maya Angelou-type phenomenal woman To a weak, powerless patient had us all completely mind blown. But my heart is where your name is sewn. So I pray. Yes, cancer is a real female dog. It won the battle but it can never win the war, God has the ultimate weapon: His word, enclosed with a promise: His children shall meet in His Everlasting Kingdom once more. Life's such a mystery; The answer to "why" is but light years away, The inevitable might not always be a victory, And time is surely not handed to all on a golden tray. But I gift each and every passing day. I Pray.