The Lord has trampled and pulverised me,
pulled the rug beneath my feet,
erased every path,
thrown me into darkness,
closed every door.
Then when all is lost,
your spirit broken,
a light shines,
a window opens,
a path shows up.
But fear and doubt make you turn away
You break down that closed door,
to walk the old path.
The cycle repeats again.
Then your weary soul
urges you to surrender to His will,
to walk His path
with love, faith, courage, strength
And slowly you learn
that when He closes a door
somewhere He will open a window.
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| picture taken from everydaygyaan.com |
This post explains my 6 word memoir so this prompt was very timely and very apt.
Wishing you a day when doors magically open.
Warm Regards
My mother has always said that when one door closes another opens. I truly believe it although sometimes it is hard to find!
ReplyDeleteThat is so true Carolina - sometimes that door is hard to find.
DeleteWell put. With a heart open to posibilities, the spirit will flow to you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Francene, that's the key - to be open to possibilities. Thanks for visiting.
DeleteBeautiful, Suzy.
ReplyDeleteLife is not just about dejection :) there is always hope towards the end of tunnel.
Thanks Ruchira. So true, there is always hope and light at the end of the tunnel. If only we would see!
DeleteThis is a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sulekha.
DeleteYours words are so comforting to a weary heart. Hoping that most of us keep our eyes open to that window.
ReplyDeleteThanks Fiona. Glad my post was comforting.
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