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Literary: Gift from God

3/30/2019 07:06:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

Years came and went,
Yet I am still here.

Waiting…
Waiting.

From dusk ‘til dawn,
I toiled in anticipation.

Hoping…
Hoping.

Perfectly designing,
Crafting my own paradise.

Plotting…
Plotting.

Still the paradise I build
Is never quite right.

The skies are still gray.
Deafening silence at night

On my bed, all alone,
I stare blankly in distress.

Wondering…
Wondering.

And then it hits–
No matter how much I try,
Or how much I weep,
I can never create a perfect paradise.

For a paradise cannot be built,
Nor can it be forced.
A paradise is a gift from God
And it can only ever be found.