11/5 Poem: My Stery


My story is a mystery
Where I don’t know the end
Or even the beginning
Of why He called me “friend”

I don’t know which bets
I’ve placed will turn to gold
Or if I would be wiser
As timid and not bold

The worldly narratives
That brought us to this place
Are also being shaken
To realign with grace

So maybe it’s a good thing
My future feels unsure
For only when we’re dying
Dare we accept God’s cure

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