grabbed my handy dandy notebook and began to write.
This is what fell out ...
YOU
by Lyn Marinello ~ 5/23/26
In the inky night time hours
I am grateful for the light
Thankful for abundance
In the midst of barren blight
In the vacuous expanse
Of this world's wayward moral scope
I am buoyed in believing
In that mustard seed of hope
With the constant, crushing weight
Of societal decrees
I've found that I am strongest
When fighting from my knees
When the suffocating static
Forces me to gulp for air
I find it's always sweeter
When breathing life into a prayer
There are greater things than I
Working wonders within my days
And I've become quite cognizant
Of His miraculous displays
When the nuisance of the noise
And lack of love lays ludicrous
Know that you, my friend, specifically
Were made for such a time as this
There is a purpose in your being
No matter caste or sex or hue
Along with the Heavens and the earth
He realized He also needed YOU
