WHEN ALL ELSE SEEMS TO HAVE FALLEN AND SHATTERED TO PIECES

When all else seems to have fallen and shattered to pieces, just spheres of broken threads. Here I do stand amidst in an umbra, life so swiftly shoved knives betwix my spine, then I so lay helplessly not even having the strength to swallow spit. My stomach rumbles and grumbles in argony, I look I look my bosooms are nowhere to be found then I awake to the sudden truth that life has swindled me around and as a cub milking dry her mothers suck. Oh pieces of shattered imaginations and broken dreams, Oh Oh Oh lifeless breath I do breathe, my perfect life in ruins: anumbra, antanumbra, penumbra is all that have become of me, but loo what is this I see? What is this I see? With the last will I do have I blink not, but behold this phenominon that so greately bemuse my sight. It is so far yet nigh, what is this? The earth moves and falls before me, light beams break through to my rescue. Dawn at last, I then realise that it's just a season passing by and I do stand unmovable in His Majesties hand of caurage. When my season is ripe His hand shall let loose of His fingers then all the shadows shall be as the brink of imaginations. So till then I do wait, holding on that blesseth hope of Faith. God is my strength, my peace and my salvation, Amen... B.Majola