Turn my mourning into morning

I am in mourning
for the world I thought I knew,
had such hopes for,
dreamed such dreams for…

My world, my oyster,
Not mine any longer.
By hate, by hurt, by harm.

But Love,
Love doesn’t insist on its own way.
Love waits,
Waits patiently for an invitation.

An opening in the doorway
A crack, a crevice, a peep hole.

See this? all this is nothing.
What lasts are These.
Just as you loved them,
I love  you.

Lord, turn my mourning into morning.
Bring the dawning of your new day.

sunrise sky air

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. ~ Matthew 5:4


About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on October 18, 2017, in Christian, God, poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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