Looking to the future
With all my past as dust
Unexplored territories
Fill my view
I know not what
My days will hold
But I know my courage
Will see me through
Separated from our Creator
Separated from our Lord
Living on this planet
Breathing in the earth
Pains will come
And hurts will too
But rise above
And lift your eyes
For heaven’s song
And trumpets’ sound
Will fill the air
And soon ring true
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Baggage Check.”
A few weeks ago I was hurt by someone. Struggling to deal with it, I want to lash out. My human nature craves revenge. I hate how you hurt me. I hate how I allowed you to hurt me. Daily, nightly I have to seek a soft heart. Forgiveness, love, hope and faith. Past experience has taught me that is the only way.