SOMETIMES…

Good morning lovelies.

Sometimes I wake up and feel very heavy at heart and I don't know why.

Sometimes I do not want to get out of bed.

What helps me process heavy emotions is journaling. And sometimes in that journaling God moves through my pen and helps me speak the words outwardly on paper and transmutes them into poetry that helps me make sense of the inner turmoil I can experience.

This is one of those mornings and this is what came through. Please know I share so that maybe if you have these types of mornings… it's ok, you're ok and everything is going to be ok.

SOMETIMES…

Sometimes we wake up happy,

Sometimes we wake up sad.

Sometimes we wake up grumpy, disheveled, and mad.

Sometimes the sun is a welcome friend,

And we are glad to meet her,

To bask in her warm embrace.

Sometimes we hide from her morning rays,

Burying our heads, not leaving our beds, avoiding her beckoning face.

Sometimes we know,

And sometimes we don’t.

Some days we will,

Some days we won’t.

It's a complicated thing to understand—

How God created woman and man.

I often ponder, think, and contemplate

The inevitability of our fate.

Some days we are full of hope and dreams,

Some days we feel cold and bland,

Not knowing our face from our hand.

The darkness presses, heavy and deep,

We weep and groan through the pain we keep.

Then a spark of clarity—

Frees us from our sufferings

Lights our way to peace and ease.

Wisdom shared in life’s brief time

Gives us the courage to continue to climb.

The hills and valleys we must travel through.

Some of the trials easy, some of them cruel.

This is life's great test.

I ponder these things often—

These ups and downs are me.

When life feels full, hopeful, and bright,

And at times so fleeting.

The days I want to be here,

The days I don’t.

The days I get up,

The days I won’t.

I feel God knows these things—

He made me, of course.

So I hope to continue this never-ending discourse,

With life,

With love,

With family and friends,

Until I return to where I started:

The beginning, the middle, the end.

Love S.

Sherry Taveras ©️

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