I took this picture while visiting a Cambodian village. This young woman is married. Her husband is off in the city trying to get a job. She is living with her dad. She had just lost a child.
Trouble is relative.. I guess.
Sometimes God wants to do something new….
This is something new for me.. poetry. I have never given poetry much thought. This just happened. I have learned to expect the unexpected when I give myself time to be with God.
Time Cut Short
Father, do not cut short the time.
my days I would shorten, to be with you
and lessen the pain..
but I remember… I am not alone.
The not so distant and distant cries arrive in my ears
at the same time…
They, we are all your children.. you hear everyone.
Tempted to camp in my incompleteness..
It seems departure the better choice
Disappointment to self, to others
to much to bare.
But there they are..
stretched out in both directions
time past and time future
but to you all the same
and I agree with You again..
not one lost who would be saved..