At the Edge

The sun was setting as my hopes were firing up,

Until that day, the harsh of unfortunate things slammed into my face.

Too much harder to bear,

I was speechless about the matter.

Like a withered flower, it shattered my heart and my vision of myself.

I've humbly asked God to intervene in my situation.

God's Word heals and restores what I've lost.

It is an honest and authentic cry.

An individual affair, something between me and God knows.

It was a good shaking. God not only lives in the wide-open space, His presence feels most keenly in the hallway too.