In my weakness, body faltering, mortality facing me off,
the rose colored glasses,
slip from my eyes.
I see in every direction a stark, cold view of
rocks, unadorned with optimism.
I’m challenged to find one pearl of beauty
In this landscape.
It feels real, right, a vision I can trust,
because it does not ask me to put faith in
‘wanna be’.
And then I know.
I am supposed to be here.
You led me here.
With all the plus signs swept away,
I stand in truth and You are with me.
I am stronger than ever before.
I can thrive in the midst of this.
I don’t need my world colored with the paint brush of,
‘it’s all good’,
to know in my soul,
in You, I’m good.