God Has a Plan

I’d like some Pollyanna words, please
a pail full of platitudes
tell me everything’s going to be fine.
It’s a lie we both want to believe.

Where did my joy go?
What happened to God’s grace?
Loss—the other side of joy
two arteries of one heart
pumping pain and joy to
those who open fully to living.

Is it possible to be grateful
for pain and loss?
Are there blessings in sorrow?
Can I only believe in
a Santa Claus God?

I want to believe that
God has a plan
that life has meaning
so I ask for at least
enough faith to believe this
even if I don’t understand it.

God has a plan.

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