God

i want to write truth

honesty

candid

but i still guard my words

something says we must

but is this God speaking?

someone asked me,

"why are many of your thoughts so filled with struggle?"

i did not respond

i told her i would think about it

my answer is simple

it's how my pallet has been painted

my disappointments are dear to me

they keep my heart broken

and sometimes after bitterness

i move once again into contriteness

and what if this is all God wants?

nothing is fair

the cross wasn't fair

and joy comes like a flash of lightning

remember it

David always remembered how God so often delivered him

in the midst of his tumultuous life of sin, running,

friendship, brokenness, rage, lust, murder,

this man after God's own heart,

always remembered

i read a poem by a child this morning

it was full of trust in God

joy in God

amidst poverty of things

she is wealthier than all of us.

 

wkm