Has it been snatched away, or has it merely changed form yet again?
Was that sprouting seed transplanted only to perish?
Again, the answers lie in my never-ending dialogue with God,
His light the only guide through my mind’s labyrinth.
My thought’s morph into prayers, bouncing ideas and possibilities off the One greater than myself.
All that is left is the road to freedom, finding the road of His Will.
This abyss is not as dark, fear no longer such a cumbersome shadow.
This in itself gives me new hope, courage and kindness.
The victory is already mine.