Works-In-Progress

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain! Much of it, We do not solicit. A lot of it comes and shocks. As it stays with us to visit. It is hard to ignore. Or get rid of it. No one consciously explores... With intelligence. Why pain hurts to the core. Or selects who to pick. No one delights one bit emotionally. And we choose to accept God knows... How deeply felt our tragedies. With a fixing that mends our broken hearts, Unconditionally... When that happens. And life provides no escape from it! God has to know this. God has to know, We are all still His... Works-in-progress. Although when bleeding... There seems to be an absence, Of a perfection dismissed. And perhaps that is the reason... God bestows upon our souls, An eternity of bliss. After we have graduated... From what life now inflicts! Pain! Much of it, We do not solicit. A lot of it comes and shocks. As it stays with us to visit. And we must keep our faith... That God provides the comfort, To resolve... In a dissolving, Of all of our conflicts we live to witness.

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