Sisters of Grace

Poem: ShilohRose77©

My end will be greater than my beginning! I came in with a short end of the deal, but I knew from an early age, I was alone. I watched from the outside looking in, wondering where I fit in this chaos? All I want is peace and joy in the storm of turmoil and rage. I gave my heart time and time, and I am left to burn. I won’t let the fire consume me; I won’t become what I can’t defeat. I won’t lay down or nurse the wounds, the blood is still warm; there is victory to gain.

What hurts now will soon pass and become a story on a page. I shall smile again, for a smile hides the darkest night. Beyond the seas of my mind lie the borders of still, sweet dreams, where I can release my soul and ease into ecstasy. I move like the wind to behold the one who is next to me. There is no mirror, mirror on the wall; the future is there and tells all. Plain as day, I see the way while the mystery unfolds. This quiet friend speaks through images of pain and sorrow, through the regeneration of my tomorrow. Your voice is loud and definite – my end will be greater than my beginning!”

Job 8:7 KJV: Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.