Agency
Chosen
I long for a place free of anger—
Where hate does not exist.
I wish for the day when death is done
And loved ones are never missed.
I pray for sharing unity
Where gone is haughty waste;
I hope for clear direction
To heal our reckless haste.
And with things turned so ugly,
With all hope lost it seems,
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of somewhere
When I close my eyes to dreams.
Can God Trust You?
Waves by the wind are blown to and fro.
Taking no stand, they just go with the flow.
Wobbly souls, like waves, too are tossed.
And God’s choicest blessings, that is the cost.
Begin
You have to start somewhere. Photo by Amanda Klamrowski
If today you have been struggling,
Tomorrow you will again—
With faith and hope, trust and love,
With doubt and fear and sin.
For life is full of opposite
And contradictory views,
And sometimes there’s confusion
On which path you should choose.
Once Upon A Rhyme 