Some days are singing days.
Some days are simple, silent and still. Cerulean skies still my mind. Simplicity smiles with a sigh.
Some days are sorrowful, sullen and low. Sadness submerges my heart. Saturated with sadness, I surrender and pray.
Some days are struggles. I stop where I stand, stalled out by hard- pressed places. Will suffering lead to solutions?
Some days are steadfast, standing so strong. I surely shout triumph, standing in God’s strength.
Some days are soaring, serendipitous surprises. Song pours forth, celebrating surprises.
Some days, I sing a new song.
This is beautiful and true. Thank you for sharing your writing with us!
Your description of the changing days and their challenges is poetic. Beautifully said.
our days indeed can be very intermingled can’t they be? FMF14
Beautiful take on this week’s prompt.