I am not alone, I have a place and a home
I have a friend, I have a hand that directs my path and steers the way
I have an author who writes and plans my destiny
He creates every page and story
Every script of my life is inscribed by his magical hand
He's aware of my ins and outs, though I struggle and sometimes fail
He is never in doubt
I am not alone when I am overwhelmed by fear
Or when silence creeps in, changing my mood and atmosphere
When trials sweep in to destroy me and empower my soul
Whispering, you are losing control
I am not alone, but cast into thinking mode
While behind the scenes, the real magic is taking place
Yahusha is erasing and replacing every mistake
Building and restoring every crack, scar and bad memory
That drove me to this state, all I have to do is trust Yah and wait
Be still, willing and ready to be changed, transformed and rejuvenated.
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callista howard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Every season in our lives is subject to change; there has been no season that lasts forever. However, only we can change the cycles we create in our own lives; therefore, make the right choice and avoid torturing ourselves. Cast aside negative people and thoughts, and open the door of hope and positivity.
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Comments3
A notion of change and nicely written
Thank you for the encouragement and support
You are most welcome
Your poem revolves around the theme of divine companionship and support. It emphasizes that even in times of struggle, fear, or loneliness, one is never truly alone because of the presence and guidance of a higher power (referred to as Yahusha).
WELL SAID
Where is Yahusha when you need him.
I like the idea of sitting on my seat waiting for divine providence to hit me between the eyes.
If Yahusha won't come to me, I suppose I'll have to go to him.
Yah is everywhere, even as we speak, he is just waiting for us to let him in.
A lot of people who read my work are not aware
That all my poems are inspired by him, they are not my pieces but his, I am but the pen.
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