Sometimes we tire, in life's relentless race,
Questioning purpose, in our earthly space.
Each day a struggle, in this vast expanse
We look to those who've scaled success's peak,
Then to souls still searching, seemingly meek.
Life's irony, in this strange, twisted plot,
Do we earn our fate, or is it God's thought?
We pour our hearts for those we think will care,
Yet find, in solitude, that none are there.
But in this void, a whisper, soft and clear,
A presence felt, divinely near.
There is a God, in whispers He converses,
Aligns my thoughts when life disperses.
In Him, I find a strength that's ever steady,
A guiding hand, when I am unready.
He speaks in silence, in the rustling leaves,
In every dawn, and in the evening's eaves.
He tells me, in my query and my weary,
"I am here, in your journey, ever cheery."
For in His grace, I find a steady light,
A beacon through the darkest, longest night.
He shows me hope, in times of deep despair,
A reminder, in my heart, He's always there.
So in this world, where certainty may fade,
Where dreams are chased, and sometimes we're afraid,
I cling to faith, that sacred, unseen thread,
In God's embrace, my weary soul is led.
Through life's complex, unpredictable game,
With Him, I know, I'm never quite the same.
In every step, in every broken stride,
He walks with me, forever by my side.
IRENEBOADITHEPOET
