The Key?
I awakened to a new and bright day filled with a dream of hope.
The sun appeared different, it was warmer and brighter someway.
Though distant clouds impend giving off the manifestation of smoke,
I knew in my spirit that somehow that this was just the start of brighter days.
So true it is that many troubles have shadowed each step, yet it seems now I can truly see.
I can’t explain it; this emotion; this feeling, but today I possess a golden key.
I don’t understand; I’ve seen the death of my wife, the near death of my fiancé’.
I teeter on the edge of insolvency; my job of twenty plus years remains strained---I have survived recent surgery and face the prospect of cancer,
Yet, it is such a beautiful day-
I just don’t understand-
It…it has to be God’s loving hand.
Oh what a beautiful day…
J. Allen Wilson © 1/28/2011
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Deborah
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Christine
Even though we suffer many hardships as you have, you always have the man upstairs to hold your hand and make it through. Lovely poem. Mary
Lew