I went to the garden of hope.

I sat there feeling


I tried the door 

At the house of God,

Nobody was at home.

I prayed at the cross anyway,

There I poured out my soul. 

I looked at the raindrops

On each flower petal

Feeling a tiny hint at peace.

I looked back at the cross

And prayed

One more time

That He would somehow

Heal me. 

11 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. ((((Bethany)))) I hope your prayers are answered in the affirmative. I so understand how weary it can all get in such a circumstance where it’s just never ending. Not having control over others is one thing. When we lose control of our own bodies, that is a whole other ball game.

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