November 20, 2021
Sometimes when I write, I feel over exposed.
My heart and my soul are not properly clothed.
I write what I’m feeling, I search for what’s there,
Find words to paint pictures that help me to share.
I pray that by sharing, by painting in word,
That others see clearly, the picture’s not blurred,
That others find comfort, are soothed by the sound,
As I find a way to express what I’ve found.
Sometimes when I’m searching, I find some despair,
The feeling that things in this life are not fair,
But I also find faith and some joy mixed with love.
I’m covered with peace that descends like a dove.
Despite all the struggles that this life may bring,
Love still abides and my heart can still sing.