theres a sadness in the backdrop to the stars, tonight;
a wetness in the paint – something less finished than i’d like.
the stars, at least, are still stars –
oiled light for midnight, and they burn
and almost seem to blur in a hope- –
God if i could have the strength to cope and know
that tomorrow will come, anyhow. ~
Beautiful poem. Sometimes it does just feel like too much. When I find myself there I remind myself of a favorite quote – I know God will not give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish that He didn’t trust me so much. ~Mother Teresa
I could not have asked for a more perfect response. Thank you.