It’s just a shadow of me
The real me is coming
Day by day I am getting closer
Soon I’ll be back to myself
Tanka
Bruised, but will rise again.
In His mighty strength
And His tender compassion,
He will bring new life to me.
Tanka
(based on Matthew 12:20
A bruised reed shall he not break, and smoking flax shall he not quench, till he send forth judgment to victory.)
That someday,
All things will work for good.
I believe all of God’s promises.
I do
Believe.
It’s just living through
The daily grind of life,
All the minutes inbetween,
Til then.
Double Cinquain
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28


#NaPoWriMo–Day 19–Prompt: Didactic poem that focuses on a practical skill.

