BECKONING
For the hands that have been guiding me
Since childhood until my maturity
I am beyond grateful for all your labor
Your sacrifices that at times cause you stupor
Even when sometimes I am being bullheaded
Your guidance and reprimands that are beaded
Are more than enough to chasten my erring ways
And direct me to a path that earns and pays
Unattractive your commands may be occasionally
They are all meant for my good eventually
I may be hurt of your provoking words and methods
But they are just to stir me up from all my periods
I am not sure how to follow your steps as you beacon
But all your sermon and regular instruction
Are taken to mind to serve as my lighthouse
In these changing times that are easy to douse
19:28-19:45, Friday, 051322
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Deciphering Life
PoetryIn this collection, the author documents her life through writing poems after experiencing a major heartbreak, becoming a single mom, restructuring frayed relationships and reinventing her lost spirituality. Delve into rhythmical lines as she weaves...
