The heart was torn apart; its pieces were lost in the wilderness.
A part of it was confined within the seas of desperation, another piece was lost in the cruelty of anxiety.
And another piece was buried beneath the darkness of depression.
And the last piece was in a scared and lost space inside the breast.
But God's tender love and mercy sent the softest wind and assembled the pieces back together.
Never would I be able to wander in the world of the cruel to find them myself.
He is my Guardian, even though I forget He is there and I'm lost in the present.
Perhaps I should remember that He is there more often.
In God we trust, therefore there is always company for the lonely.
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You Who Knows Least
PoesiA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
