Poetry in Narrative.

God knows best.

God knows best.

A summer full of excitement

back in eighty five,

a young couple with dreams,

'twas good days to be alive.

Romance to have for reward,

love, what more could one need,

late dinners, long movies,

along with an occasional tease.

Horseback riding, fishing,

many things left an impression,

one thing is for certain,

it's all a matter of perception.

Many promises were lost that year,

many things shattered, where to begin?

I would have given my own life,

but no, simply an abrupt end.

A sudden flip and a roll

now, nothing would ever start,

everything was broken,

even my heart.

Thoughts of any future

taken by a quick release,

and for many, many years,

there would be no peace.

Having been torn, frightened,

seemingly no-wheres to turn,

I couldn't escape from myself,

I couldn't see enough to learn.

With an advance I pleaded,

"Father I inquire to know,

Why was I spared?

Why have you taken my glow?"

No answer was ever heard,

not a sight, nor sound;

I was left to my own misery,

and misery is what I found.

I walked and wandered

from place to place,

but nothing could ever hide

the affliction upon my face.

A provocation, a lament

a deliberate daydream to rue,

without any guidance...

What could I ever do?

My heart being hardened

I pushed out the cold,

I reached inside for wisdom

this is what I was told;

"You will suffer forever,

if this is what you intend,

or you could reclaim love,

for your heart to ever mend".

With a condition to knit,

a working order to amend,

I set forth to rectify

all my little ends...

Dragged forcibly, under protest

to a place I shouldn't have gone,

a party, with people, something

that had been missing for to long.

There by a sofa,

with green eyes all lit,

was a soft little smile

that just wouldn't quit.

I wrapped up my tenseness,

feeling uneasy, at best,

that's when I realized,

God knows best.

"Thy will be done",

I stated with closed eyes,

a place to start over,

I came to realize.

So many memories

that have their own place,

with so many Queens

and only one Ace.

Had things gone forward

as I would have had seen,

I would not be here now

relaying this scene.

With children I adore,

and a partner to boot,

I cannot hold onto old dreams,

no matter how precious the loot.

Let life be your exercise book,

pages in which you may rest,

you can number them if you wish,

but always remember, God knows best.

A.o.R.