Mostly Cloudy
Mostly cloudy
So the forecast says
mirroring my soul.
Some days feel grey
like November skies
dark and brooding.
Pain can colour my mood
matching the cloudy skies.
Pain comes in many flavours
Grief, disappointments,
Body aches, exhaustion.
Perhaps read on
for brighter days are ahead.
Out of the depth of winter
Deep in the earth
In the deep recesses of my soul
Life resides.
Hope, never crushed,
although challenged
waits, yes waits
for rebirth.
Be still my soul
and wait.
Surrender the pain.
Look to the cloudy
changing skies and breathe.
Spring WILL come
One way or another.
Moments of joy
will bring glimpses of light.
FOR GOD alone my soul waits in silence; from Him comes my salvation. He only is my Rock and my Salvation, my Defense and my Fortress, I shall not be greatly moved. Psalm 62:1-2
Cloud formations near my home
