a poem, written September 2024
Life cannot always be romanticized
When cloudy hues break through
And we’re left to wonder why
It isn’t what we dreamed about
So we learn to lay it down
We aren’t the first to do so
Our Savior went before
The narrow road to Calvary
The rugged cross, crown of thorns
”Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do”
Words foreign to our wayward hearts
But we can let Him take it all
Even now, a new life, new start
Something changes when we do
We may not see through rose-colored glasses
But Grace-laced sight starts to happen
Drawn to a light we couldn’t fashion
Brighter and deeper than we could imagine
Life abundant, followed by goodness and mercy
In the broken world we find
A pure, true, and new
Reality
(c) Rorie 2024