Good morning, happy Saturday. I'm writing poetry today. How about you? 😘
This morning's Scribbles:
"Why don't you trust me?"
Whispers my God.
"I have to survive. I have to to try."
"But don't you know,"
God continues
(Like I didn't just explain)
"When you were small
You never needed to try.
Everything happened
Just exactly as exactly can be."
"That was my mother
And my father,"
I retort.
"But why was your mother there?
And your father too?
Without question
Without thought
Without fail?"
"Because they loved me."
"And where,
Did they get that love?"
"From you."
I admit, and cry.
"Let it go, my beautiful one,
Let go of the fear
The need to survive.
Bet all your worries on
A spectacular turn of luck,"
The sky is echoing
And I am trembling.
The rumbling divine retreats
And I am left with this;
"My love will always be here."
- Ingrid H. Turner
©️ Nov 6th 2021