Tears fill my face as I see the food.
A relief, a gratefulness.
Sadness echoes through my veins and
I’m tired to the bone. But food, we have food!
I need to work; I need to pray!
It’s a song, a repeating phrase.
I cannot stop, there is a need.
I have no choice but to succeed!
Fast forward in the distance, a proposal is at hand.
Relief and joy and mixed emotions,
As the darkness unveils its hand.
Things change for the better.
But work does not end.
The need is now different,
Yet my mind sees no end.
The heaviness grows.
“No rest for the wicked”
“Weeds will always grow”.
As illness becomes me,
Now work has to end.
From no food to which food?
My brain can’t comprehend.
My chest gets all tight.
My breath catches strong!
My eyes fill with tears, as the little girl in me appears.
She falls to her knees,
Relief, so many tears.
Her body responds as her skin tingles through the years.
Rest is upon her.
There is light in sight.
From poverty to riches just overnight.
She’s always been rich.
She’s had blessings abound.
More than one angel has kept her from being drowned.
She’s grateful and thankful.
Both relieved, overwhelmed.
No doubt in her mind a fairytale ending has been found.
What is the next chapter?
It’s her story to write!
But I have a feeling, that it will be bright!
-EV
Until next time…
