“Enough! ”
I cried out loud.
“Enough of this pity!
Throw open the doors.
Sweep clean the city.
Unfair?”
By human standards.
“Unfair and unjust!
But, Jesus never promised,
Life or living would be such.”
What,
Is it to me?
Who or how God blesses?
In His ultimate love,
He never truly misses.
The journey,
Is mine and His alone,
It is my walk, my life,
My focus belongs
On my own strifes.
Yours?
                     dfav 1/28/16
—Donna