When Nothing Makes Sense…


Praise God for days that don’t make sense

for ceaseless cries

and pleading eyes

everlasting piles of mess

missed appointments

bills unpaid

wet-soaked sky and tiredness

wounds unhealed

heart with ache

while overtaking days still pass.

Yet things just seem to fall in place

despite my prayer or side-eyed glance

at icons sternly, softly

quietly reminding me

that all is not just left to chance.

There is a rhythm and a rhyme

but all seems so far out of time

and yet

all is conjoined cell by cell

where Joy still sings that all is well

and for what reason?

None can tell.

I only know

His love still flows.


”Living the Question” by Shalimar Masters

September 25, 2018


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