Let my focus
Be on you
Not my
Own grievance
My own desires
My own timing
For I know not
Why I can’t
Wait on your goodness
In what’s to come
And right now
Presently
Be content
Where
I’m at now
There is
A reason
For every season
Even the waiting ones
My life
Is not a
Social media reel
With endless smiles
And designer bags
It’s a hard slog
One that
Isn’t at completion
By a long mile
I’m learning again
Not the prettiest
Picture painted
But it’s
The most authentic
In a society
That desires
Style over
Substance
Here
We are
The substance
No matter
How much
The truth hurts
I'll take your authentic painting, and I appreciate it very much. : )
ReplyDeleteBellissima poesia
ReplyDeleteYour authentic self is all that matters.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! And it may not look like the prettiest picture painted right now - but in the end it will be gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteA prayer for us all. Amen
ReplyDeleteAmen and Amen.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and hugs,
Betsy