So how can it be that sometimes no means yes?
My weak eyes have grown accustomed to the dark,
And refuse to see the flood while in the arc.
Yet, in God’s wisdom, I trust that He knows best.
His plans are purposeful, not some random guess.
But nonetheless, I quite often miss the mark,
And question His invitation to embark.
Still knowing the Lord loves to love and to bless.
Will my heart change and welcome His brand-new day?
I pray for strength to lift my eyes and see Light.
Yes, the Son still shines though the skies appear grey;
Piercing cloaks of darkness with power and might.
God’s love and mercy are just one prayer away,
Stand firm! This is no time to give up the fight.
Poetry Type: Italian Sonnet