Urban lights and flashes of nature,
though clouded,
still persist
in my weary mind.
Countless thoughts
slowly fade.
Strange emotions
still feuds for control.
Yet new understanding
makes home in me
as i, make a new home,
for my wings clipped,
by His will, i am urged,
for now, to stay.
Names i will forget
but the wisdom gained
is partly forever
and wholly mine.
I want to thank all the people
and all the places i will never recall.
For you were
and still are
part of God's scheme,
to ruin my once lost life.
And now in the shade of the ruins
and amongst the rubble of this "lost",
just like Joseph and his apple tree,
God gardens.
Sometimes He waters,
sometimes he cuts.
Sometimes he shakes the roots,
just to remind them to keep growing.
He laughs when i stumble and fall.
He weeps when i run to fast.
"Where is He?!" my angry heart cries.
In his sadness he is told, "I am yours and you are Mine."
Then...
Peace...