Stubborn and fierce
I both stumbled and grew
Yet the prayers of my angels
did carry me through
No mans devise,
To whom credit is due
Was it fate or good luck?
I haven’t a clue
Why such gifts I was given?
I unseemly receive
There are angels surrounding
As I struggle to believe
Like water in hand
cupped in place and then spilt
Grasping for answers
When nothing was felt
I look inwards to reflect
To muster courage in me
I seek for inner guidance
To set myself free
To touch is to feel
To think is to know
To rely on my flesh
Just to learn how to grow
I envy the ones
Who give it their all
With faith in the unseen
Even when they do fall
But that’s not my lot
And the burden I bare
Is to learn to see and feel
The angels that are there
Eyes closed and hands clenched
I will stumble and grow
Yet the prayers of my angels
Will carry me home
Painting by Brian Kershisnik entitled "She Will Find What Is Lost"
Painting by Brian Kershisnik entitled "She Will Find What Is Lost"
