Message In Stanza

They say life is short and sweet

But why does it feel long and bitter sometimes?

I try to wrap my mind around this paradox

I feel like an unpolished rock

Who will never become a limestone

 

I need a glimpse of Heaven, Lord

Of Your beautiful abode

So one day

When this sedimentary rock of mine will erode

Will become a limestone

 

We all go through refining process

It hurts, what’s new?

But it’s worth in the end

The chisel to the sculpture

It’s making you brand new

© Carly Wiggins 2017