WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS
I no longer live in dreams.
My dreams drifted in the torrent of despair;
Vanished into the mist of frustration;
Thickly condensed in the foam of irreconciliation.
I no longer sleep with dreams.
They turned into pillows of nightmares;
Easing in the tide of pointless struggles
While clinging onto the rays of consolation.
I simply give up looming dreams;
Surrendering them all to His will above.
What day may come, the night might hold;
The answer to my prayers, suppressed.
The dawn of fears raised, as the rising sun lifts;
A streak of feathered ambience hoisted adrift;
The conclusive Will of that majestic power.
It is He, who designed my soul
For what the future holds.
©Leah C. Dancel
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SH-Australia
October 23, 2021
(Revised from the original manuscript
February 19, 2006, QH-Australia)
Photo: Sky watching at Thirroul
October 12, 2020
First Post Pandemic Lockdown
At the beach with my family.
