Letting God know, is how to lay our strivings to rest.

Letting God know, is how to lay our strivings to rest.
“For I have told you the end from the beginning.”
The clock is running out on God’s 7-Millenia Plan
This is a poem I wrote back in September of 2019.
Enjoy 🙂
It is you, Black Rose, whom God searches for to find, to love, to bring home and water. Black Rose, do not let the red roses fool you, their grandeur is nothing that matters to God. He cares not for perfection; he cares for the trampled.
He finds those who have been pushed aside and brings them into his inner circle. He homes them and adores them.
We leave these little coffee shops and bookstores with an ache in our hearts. We whisper farewells to the lands it holds within, as we walk out the many-times-repaired door, awaiting the day we can come back again.
Thus, I will trek this journey of pain…
Why would I want to live unless it were in my dreams, and why would I want to breathe unless it were the air of hope and beauty?