Blog47:
When work pressures burden and strain
Alone, I scream loudly from within.
Heavily, I moan … grumble …complain
Until I could no more object, protest, whine.
Then I wish, I long, I yearn I was someplace else
Where I could escape mind worries and hassles.
I begin conceiving of characters freer
And fancy their lot and life affair.
Weeping in this ruinous, unhappy circumstance
Humbly, I begin pondering gifts and graces given.
Clearly, I think of blessings and reject this sin.
Like to a phoenix that rises above all failings
I surrender … I let you lift the wind under my wings
And resolve to unfalteringly trust in your peace.
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