The first time we spoke
Was April,
The day you were born,
Was in April,
The last time we spoke,
Was March,
The day I was born,
Was in March.
My Lord- He kept giving
Signs,
It was over before
It began,
But I clutched on to ropes,
Walking blind,
For he, who was
Never mine.
And I spiralled,
And I crashed,
And I burned,
It was March.
And my Lord,
With his infinite mercy,
Picked me up,
Despite my rebellion.
It Is April,
And spring has arrived,
With His mercy,
healing my cracks,
The one, who’s got my back-
Always.
Surprise! I figured ehh, it’d be nice to try the April A-Z challenge once again this year, to make up for my embarrassing unofficial quitting at letter D last year. (Hopefully this year I’ll fare better.) what to expect? I haven’t chosen a theme, but most probably, poetry and prose from letter A-Z. Let’s see how far I can go this year. Here is my last year’s post for letter A: Absolute Day
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