Grace

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You didn’t promise me happiness
but You promised me joy
I’m not always sure I know the difference
I think I’d rather trade
the deep for the shallow:
Just make it easier.
I’d be thankful for that,
Wouldn’t I?

You told me I will walk these valleys
and you would be there
with your rod and your staff.
But I am a wandering sheep
pursued by a hundred wolves
their breath hot on my skin
And where are you?

You’ve left me in this garden
all alone,
weeping.
Wondering why you have forsaken
when you promised you wouldn’t
Did you forget your vow?

There is no shelter from the storm
There is only
attacking rain
tree-bending wind
pounding thunder
All my safe places are rattled.

Until
A whale’s fin cuts the ocean’s skin
Snowflakes make the world clean
Laughter bubbles up
and floods over into tears
And I think, oh.
There you are.

3 Comments

  1. Jarrod Justice
    Oct 11, 2016

    Beautiful.

  2. Kim
    Oct 12, 2016

    Oh Dawn, this is so beautiful!

  3. Rose White
    Oct 25, 2016

    Love this, honest and inspiring!

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