Change has come
With the end of winter harsh.
Hope is in the air
I feel it in this gentle breeze.
While the rain falls
I remember bitter tears
A shattered plate
Mirrors what I’ve tried to hide.
I am broken
With unfamiliar anguish,
A perplexed puzzle
With so many missing pieces.
The rain falls still
Gently coaxing spring’s arrival
Promising a time
Of gradual healing and renewed strength.
With my window open
I let my sorrows fly
Let them fall and fade,
Change will be good.
inspiredbrio said,
April 10, 2009 at 1:32 am
You always have twists that catch me off guard! You weave them in soo gracefully!
Margaretha Wiebe said,
April 10, 2009 at 1:46 am
Thanks, I wouldn’t be able to do it without inspiration from the Author of life.