Shaping a Diamond

The world spins in various directions. But as soon as you realize the direction its going its trips you right underneath your feet as it switches directions. You think the sun is setting with a calm pace but you soon come to realize it's storming fire and brimstone. Life brings you blackness only to sharpen and press into a diamond. You only see the pain and agony feeling hopeless and pathetic. You're told certain edges will define you and make many love you. But what about the edges that just seem unimportant and worthless. What's the point of shaping and sketching those edges into our lives? As we watch someone's edges get chipped away all we can say is it'll make her into a stronger and more beautiful masterpiece in the end. When there's nothing you can do to stop the painful edges get pulled, yanked and sawed off it feels as if it is happening to your own edges. But there's nothing you can do to make a difference. Only the designer can help guide and shift but in the end only the one He's holding and shaping has control over whether or not they will allow the master to turn them into a diamond. How does one help another when they don't want to be helped? How does one give a piece of their shine of diamond to strengthen and support the other from the pain their going through? At last only the one being shaped has control over their future. And the rest of us can only go so far

One Day of Hope

Heart racing. Memories flying. Life is but a dream. Years pass through as if there's no tomorrow yet tomorrow feels a million miles away. Lessons learned as a child flood the mind while decisions are made. Permission is no longer required and surviving is put upon your own shoulders. The mind acts strong though emotions keep taking lead. How much more can one soul take? A punch here and there takes a toll. But when every few months a new bolder seems to fall down on your head, how does one convince themselves to get back up? Keep moving forward? Hope lasts for so long then doubt rises above it. A night of tears overwhelm the human body as fear arises. A sobbed prayer is loud and clear to the Heavens that this child needs help. Once more help is given and angels bear the bolder once fallen on her head. Though many miracles occur life has a funny way of creating loops. Though faith must over power the weakness one feels as though they're going to drown. But with hope lingering and not backing down it finally makes its way to the top of the tsunami of tears. The sun once again rises and pushes away all storms. As one looks at the starry canvas her heart longs for the new day of hope. Praying for motivation to endure and smile with joy rather than with pain hiding behind her eyes. She rests her head on her damped pillow with a song in her heart, don't worry cause every little thing will be alright. Be still my soul the Lord is on thy side. With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain. In time wether in this life or the next her body will be healed and she will be whole again