Random Thoughts

In the middle of this night,
I can’t do this on my own,
I fear not for You are with me,
On my face and knees praying,
What do I do next…

Because the vacuum in my head,
Collecting various things,
Some junk, some gems,
Knitting them into a reality.

The collections multiply,
There seems to never be enough,
Why do I have to have it all,
All the gentleness and the rough.

The adrenaline from sledding fast,
Down a steep, snowy hill,
To watching a plant grow,
While standing totally still.

From being in cheerful,
For many days,
Transitioning to the sad,
I need help in this maze.

In the middle of this night,
I can’t do this on my own,
I fear not for You are with me,
On my face and knees praying,
What do I do next?

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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