Of Something Good

I was blessed 

by something not seen nor heard 

the day that God allowed you stroll wilfully 

into all the destruction that surrounded me 

 

And gracefully 

you began to repair the broken pieces 

of the mess I made 

tearing through debris to find me 

 

I find peace in your blue grey eyes 

when I think it is all coming to an end 

your strong hands that regard my soft face 

are enough to remind me of hope 

 

I prayed for so long, to no avail 

and after so much time I thought my faith may retreat

but I was blessed with what I needed 

and now you are truly all I want 

 

I am grateful for you 

and the bright path you found in this broken garden 

she is healing each day

everyday since you 

 

God 

he brings me so much happiness 

I will weave all parts of myself into him 

and bask in this greatness, of something good

 

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Mon 9th Mar 2020 10:06

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