Memories..
How meaningful they are.
They confine themselves inside your fist-sized brain,
Never let go,
Never let you go.
Get in..
And infiltrate inside your spaces,
Where joy and laughter suppose to pile.
They are like the grasshoppers,
hop in and out from our mindfield,
Devouring what we have planted,
Flattening our crops,
What we have, gone in an instant.
Heart-brokened..
Are the farmers,
Who installed so much effort,
Just to see something grow,
Something that fails them,
Something that disappoints them,
Something that the heart shattered.
I run..
Far far away from the disaster,
To start new plantation,
To grow new hope,
To search for the harvest moon,
But land of which is disaster-free?
The yellows follow, no matter where you go.
If only there were guardians,
If only there were attack dogs,
Or frogs.
But no, this far they will go,
This far they could go.
If they are curses, I have the cross,
If they are bullies, I have my Father,
If they are earthquakes, I have my brothers and sisters.
I walk never alone,
I need not to fear,
I need not to tremble,
They could not disappoint me,
They could not rob me,
They could not pull me down,
For I see them as a challenge.
A challenge that I will break through.
For all I know,
All that I need to do,
Is to be still, and know You are God.
Vincent
1 comment:
I understand deeply what you feel. I am going through the same thing as well. Could I say that, if you have rteid, let God do the rest? Hmmm...it will be too hard for you alone. I understand that. You are right, just be still and know that we are covered under His wings.
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