Into the Fire

Friday

It came and went quickly.

I didn't notice it to be any different.

Sorrow, sunk deep in my soul, chained me to its loss.

How did it get this way?

The sadness swarmed me and wouldn't let go.

I couldn't say goodbye but refused to say hello.

So hard to lose a never expected gift. 

Lost faces in a crowd I can't see.

I'm alone. 

Free verse experiment. Glad to say this isn't me right now although in many days past I can relate to the images drawn in these words. I hope this is not you either this Friday. 

Father, thank you for words to be designed, to create stories and poems, to speak works of art. Every good and perfect gift is from you. Thank you is never enough. Please bless those who create beauty with words this day and help us all to be who you designed us to be. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.