Catastrophe Poem by cheryl davis miller

Catastrophe



I wondered why my circumstance
had turned out as it had.
What had I done to cause
a situation quite this bad.

When finally I asked the Lord,
'How did I, get in this mess? '
He said, ' You opened up a door
allowing it, more or less. '

I thought, oh no that can not be
I did not seek this out.
'Why didn't 'You', stop me Lord? '
I whispered with a pout.

That's when He showed me
how my path had wandered off so far.
He said, 'You did not ask Me,
that's why you're where you are.'

I knew what He was speaking
tho devastating still was true.
I also knew that at one time
it was something I'd never do.

I had no choice except to fall
before His throne of grace.
To seek what I had long ignored
His voice, His heart, His face.

As I lay broken listening
there in that Holy place,
His Light resolved catastrophe,
and swept away all trace.

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c.d.m.7-5-10
Spiritual musing.
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