One bright morning in the middle of the night,
there came two horses, one black and one white.
Astride the black horse was a pure white knight.
The white horse, of course, held the darkest of knights.
When the opposites came together,
their worlds were torn asunder.
There was no more talk of the weather.
All was lightning! Ever thunder!
What does it
mean to be
when the God you know and love
takes a child you know and love?
When He takes
✟ ✟ ✟
I look for a sign faithfully,
and wonder about my destiny.
Refusing to let fate choose for me,
I make each choice individually.
Questioning my purpose, I ask Thee,
is it your will or mine? Respectfully,
can we compromise then? Openly?
I pray for answers with humility.