There is a pain in my heart,
A pain my lips cannot reveal.
There is so much, it fills a cart
No one would want to steal.

My Father Creator is my ear.
He relieves the pain so dear.
I keep him ever near,
Just like a running deer.

Many a time I succumb to tears,
Whenever they come, those years.
The sobs that rend my ears,
Only he can hear.

The future is filled with hope,
After all, I am no dope.
There’s always enough rope
To climb up with hope.

I’m covered by a pile of dirt,
That gives certain ones mirth.
However, I’m well girth
With His special mirth.

The present is dim
And the tears do brim,
But I’ll always have him
Who gives me plenty din.

So be calm my heart,
Keep it on the hearth.
The Almighty is smart;
He’ll turn it into a lark.

–Sonja Bukvic


About Sonja Bukvic

Single. I'm fascinated by the mind. I absolutely love humor. I have a B.A. in Enlish Literature from Fairfield University. When I found Word Press Free Blog I was excited and I'm so happy to share with you. I commune with the Creator and am allowed to share certain bits of enlightenment. You don't have to believe, but those with Faith, take it quietly and seriously.
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