Do you sometimes wonder
what would be
had you received
your childish dreams?
Looking back
are you thankful for
the blessing that came
after your broken heart?
Being denied the bauble
you were entrusted with a gem.
And though the weight of the thing
is sometimes overwhelming
you are always given grace
to bear it.
You were made for more.
Press on.
Take comfort in your companions
and the fervent fellowship
on the rutted road.
Celebrate the wonder of balance,
of perfection in chaos.
Look up.
Watch the expectant sky.
Mercy comes in the morning.
little learner 
May 15, 2016 @ 17:29:31
Great poem! Your first song reminds me of a country song and the gist of the song is the line, “Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers.” I think we end up where we are supposed to be in life thanks to God and that even though we are frustrated by certain things not working out, often it is for the best. It might mean it happens it the future not ‘now’ or an entirely new door opens up for us. I like how you say we ‘gave the grace to bear’ our burdens in life.
May 15, 2016 @ 18:44:48
Yes, Mandi, you are SO right! 😊 Thanks!
May 15, 2016 @ 22:15:19
It is the things that knock us down, the things for which we have to wait upon that make us who we are.
Good stuff.
Tim
May 15, 2016 @ 22:17:07
Not easy, but good. Thank you!