as I read this Psalm,
about hoping God will come soon,
with only tears for food,
I thought of this poem I wrote awhile ago.
Link to Psalm Challenge
by Mary E. Gerdt
Things will be better,
Time will have passed,
Regrets will have faded,
Sorrows will dry after
You will feel better,
Not like your dying.
When your back home
And safe in your place
Where you can roam,
And be one with nature,
Feel carefree again,
When we are older,
And we are settled,
And we are bolder,
We’ll reach for the sky,
Like we did before,
We’ll lose all our fear,
That closes the door.
The sorrow will fade,
That tugs at our heart strings,
That God alone made,
To keep us as humans, not a machine,
Who is hurt by a word, or an unkind deed.
Who heals when times get better and then,
Who bleeds and cries when losing a friend.
No mechanical device, we are flesh and blood,
And tears that we cry,
Rain down from above,
And fall from our faces down to the ground,
And wash off the fairies who watch us and frown,
Sad at all of our earthly emotions,
They stay close at hand when you’re feeling so lonely.
Never think you are alone in the middle of the night,
Or think your small world is causing a fright,
Open up and see the rest of the world
Is on your doorstep and ready to right,
All the bad ills and bad feelings you have,
May you see a world not so bad.
When you are feeling fear and evil intentions,
Look at a flower and its simple invention,
It is not so simple after all,
The flower can lift spirits after a fall,
The scent takes us to places long gone,
With the passing of time,
Sorrow will be done.