I wonder what will happen now.
Finally they have left. I am completely and utterly alone.
What course shall my life take now?
I am determined
In spite of all
That it will not follow the path it would have three days ago.
A change was being made -
I was starting to see light, joy and peace.
Now a further change has come -
Cutting me from
The hope gleaming within.
I will turn my back and carry on.
I will reap some measure
Of happiness and store up some tiny crumbs
And hope to lay them at my Master's feet someday.
How can I hope to follow
Living out of His will?
I will survive.
There is one who will stand
Heart aching for what I could have been.
But will stand irremovable.
Then THAT OTHER will
With calm cool sense
Put his arm over his shoulder and lead him away.
I knew this would happen. I saw it coming weeks ago -
The day he'd turn away.
And I would shrink back.
Now twin demons
Of resentment and bitterness
Peer from my hard eyes and set face.
The other will reassure him
He has done the right thing - cutting me loose.
If I hadn't enough willpower
To stay the course
Alone with God,
It was not his business. It's mine.
It's true! I laugh in defiance.
Because finally, I am alone.
Me and God.
What will happen now?
For now - I continue to live.
Day. To day. To day.
Goodbye, all friends.
Welcome, lonely emptiness.
I will teach myself never to trust again.
Just a collection of several of my poems that have really come out of heart issues.
Hiya!
Welcome to my blog. I'm afraid it won't be updated too frequently, as I only write when moved to write. These are a group of my poems, as written through the often difficult trek of the past nine months (at present) of my life.
I hope they speak to you and somehow reach the chords of your life, and that God will bring you through as He without doubt is doing to me.
God bless you.
~Jane Johnson,
August 14th, 2010
I hope they speak to you and somehow reach the chords of your life, and that God will bring you through as He without doubt is doing to me.
God bless you.
~Jane Johnson,
August 14th, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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Love you, little sister. I am praying.
ReplyDeleteLove,
C'rissie
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAlthough it's hardly going to bring me back my best friend, is it.