Some days
Won’t make sense,
Do your best anyways.
Some nights will feel extraordinarily dark
Bring your own light.
Some mornings will bring good tidings-
Share your moment of lift
With the rest the room,
When your cup runs over
Be sure to let it spill over
To the ones all around you,
And on the days when you’re wiped out
Don’t be too proud
To look for a shoulder to cry on.
Own your story
In all its grime and glory-
For the year ahead
Will call for tears
And for laughter
And even the boredom in between,
And rather than fight it-
Simply respond.
Your writing awakens my soul.. Thank you for responding to God’s call for you
Wow. Thank you for your kind words. God bless