the hard times, a poem
I don't write poetry. It's a general rule, with few exception. And although I really don't consider this a poem, it would seem that some do. I was reminded of this by a friend just recently and I thought I would repost it, so it would be easier to find.
During a particularly rough time of school, I was out late at night talking with a co-worker about our frustrations with life. During the course of our conversation, I told her:
There is never
Risk without Reason.
There is never
Hurt without Hope
There is never
Pain without Purpose
And it is all
Part of His Plan.
A poem, heh, who knew.
:)