We stand strong as we patiently wait. Make a new dream, prepare a good plan, build upon our hopes. I fill my day with needs & wants, yet know I’m on the lam again… to run from what I really feel. Tears run deep from untold stories. Hidden down beneath our sorrow, lies the unspoken, unwritten, unchartered course. Do we dare expose the tattered scars we try to keep suppressed? Afraid to break the dam that might come rushing through, if all is said or read from winters bitter past. Like a tender wound once throughly cleansed must be undressed, to breathe the air & slowly start to heal. Life happens, people hurt, children cry, yet good still exists as these seasons come & go. Not so fast, the pilgrim speaks, as if to slow his pace will stop the hands of time. We try to live, attempt at play or constantly work till the day is done. We say we’re fine, we don’t ask why. We think that nothing could be wrong, if we’re able to stay strong! If only fairytales & storybooks could tell the tale that really is. It’s not so easy peasy, but quite contrary to the story! So how does time just heal this sorrow? Self reflection is ever lonely, when traveled alone down that darkened road. I cannot wait upon my thoughts or hope that time will heal myself. There’s grandeur hopes in honest trust, upon the One who calms the soul & mends this broken heart. A daring task it surely is, but so much more He shall reveal, to those whose hearts are openly real. There’s power in prayer as the Masters hand, takes our fears & brings us peace from the weary years. I can’t continue to keep this hidden. I must run to the One, who patiently waits… for me.
“When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you.”Isaiah 43:2 NLT
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