Portions

With all the scars and tears I have upon my soul I still am surviving. By far not on my strength. For clarity is understood,  my strength gave out long ago.

My eyes bleed saline and the whites burst red lines. I sleep. I wake. I walk. Yet do I live?

Some days no. Other days I exceed. Yet I know that isn't because of me alone. I have faith. Truly I have faith. In the tiniest portions of my life I see truth everywhere.

From the ants busy at work to the raging thunderstorms. Yet how does that pertain to my strength or lack there of?

Clearly as the day brightens, Jehovah gives me the love I need. And at times when I just want to lay down, resting until paradise I understand I have so much yet to learn.

My spirit shines thoroughly. Even in my overwhelmed times. Times of great distress. I am appreciative of so much.

Today I experienced joy in so much. Even in the moment of tears I still rejoiced. For the love I was shown I can now give it.

A small surprise that can do wonders in seconds. So here I am getting ready for sleep. Finding my peace in thoughts and dreams.

And as I hope for greatness I do not forget the smallest parts of my day. Grateful to just have that day.

How about you, dear friends?