Always, a change of plans
Interrupts my tranquil course –
Set forth by circumstances
It appears, for the worse.
I resent it, I begrudge –
It chips away at my mind –
Finally, I'm forced to oblige
And surrender my time
But once by hushed words –
I learned of a blessing:
What seemed a dreadful recourse
Placed me in a better setting.
That's why when the Thief flees
You shouldn't be too upset
For the Divine may be
Watching out for your interest.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2024 12:03
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
A wise attitude on display here. Thank you for reminding us of it.
By the way, I read in your profile that Emily Dickinson is your favourite poet: she's mine too! 😀
That's awesome! Thank you for your kind words.
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