Icy winds gather
Treasures by dumpster
Most will miss
Can’t make sense
Of this list.
Beat and spent.
Ten milk jugs.
In my cart.
Can’t sign check.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
Searching for her God,
She captures His signature –
Snowflakes on trashcans
I prayed for one I love for countless years,
For healing of her heart, her mind, her soul.
My faith was often blinded by my tears,
Just longing for my loved one to be whole.
A Savior’s unremitting hunt pursued.
In sacrificial, unrestricted love,
Each moment and heart-rending instance used
To draw her broken spirit’s eyes above.
The enemy at work may mystify,
But his sick plot is frail and deeply flawed.
His seeming grip on us is just a lie –
He’s simply powerless against our God.
Her life in Jesus wondrously revealed,
Now with His Holy Spirit, she is sealed!