As I rolled over
preparing for the new day,
and also avoiding it . ..
I got up anyway.
Deep breaths . . .
surrender . . .
but I MUST . ..
What if . . .
I stepped out on the back porch.
The birds sang so beautifully
without any consideration
for the grey sky
or cold February wind.
Suddenly,
I took no notice either!
The Master artist,
looking at all my broken pieces,
DID’T see the mess
reflected in my mirror!
He saw His own likeness
and all at once I did as well,
and I shall follow Him always!
By Martha L Shaw ©2019
Advertisements
Posted by Martha L Shaw 
