Same Tears

24 April 2021

Poetry

I've cried these tears before/ They are nothing new/ But the year on my calendar has changed/ At one point the tears stopped flowing/ But my cries were still heard

I've cried these tears before/ They are nothing new/ But the year on my calendar changed/ Mommy, I miss you

4.24.10/ These same tears began

Weathering the Storm of Worry

I worry when I cannot see the plan. When things seem too blurry to comprehend, I start asking questions and thinking "God where are you", my prayers are filled with my unbelief. Imagine being blind folded and placed in a dark room or building, the only way out

shift

in the inner man a sweeping a draining a purging in the inner man a mist a sprinkle a downpour inside of me // a change // a breaking // a freedom // a newness