What if everything you believed in didn’t exist. The money in your hands turned to dust.
This would throw your life on a boat, in a cusped on the river of denial and truth.
As the harsh waters of ” told so”,
Leaving you restless in an unknown darkness.
Darkness, that holds no oars, no hope and never reasonable vision.
As, glimpses of a dream disappear.
Left alone with cruel echoes, even after the water has calmed.
There you are disbelief,
and now here comes …..
The Promise, the Beacon , the Anchor to pull you along.
As you hold on strong, wiping the tears away, you see your way.
For He has not forsaken you.
Your , choices have.
This was inspired by a question at Proverbs31 Ministries , They asked what would give you more anxiety: Knowing there wasn’t a God or Finding out you have no money. My poem is on losing ,money. Because, there is no, what ifs with me. However, that wasn’t the point of the question, which had a familiar and relatable answers at Proverb31.org. to that question.
So, I thought I’d share with dVsere Poets pub! Here’s my link for week 109.
Have a blessed evening and don’t judge those who don’t judge you ~Leah