The time to write, to breathe...
The time to sort through the muddle,
Of thoughts that reel.
Can I overcome,
Can I get over it again?
Breathe....
When the tightness starts,
When the light grows dim,
Breathe...
It's difficult to breathe,
It's so unmanageable,
Is there a lifeline?
Then I sang your songs,
You are Jehovah Jirah, my Provider,
Your Grace is sufficient for me.
The answer is so clear now,
I should immerse myself in the things of You,
I should immerse myself in Thee.
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Saturday, May 6, 2017
An irrational sadness
It suddenly overwhelms me,
It overtakes my thoughts,
This deep sense of loss,
That can only be equated to grief,
Something I felt when my Dad passed away.
This is what I feel,
When I realise that I will not have any more babies,
The decision seemed the best.
We have our 'Pigeon Pair',
So why do I feel this unrest?
Why do other women not tell you of this?
Is it a normal stage of life?
When you progress from one stage to another?
Does it ever end?
I pray God would fill this....void.
It overtakes my thoughts,
This deep sense of loss,
That can only be equated to grief,
Something I felt when my Dad passed away.
This is what I feel,
When I realise that I will not have any more babies,
The decision seemed the best.
We have our 'Pigeon Pair',
So why do I feel this unrest?
Why do other women not tell you of this?
Is it a normal stage of life?
When you progress from one stage to another?
Does it ever end?
I pray God would fill this....void.
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