Adrie's Easel

I find no resolution to distant miles, and undone string, left here to mend.

It’s a pain to bare these smiles and turn around, where there’s no end

I pray that when I leave, I leave behind no broken strand.

For closing, I’ve been told, is something I do well, no need pretend.

I let go of my inhibitions, for I’m sure that things will flow.

Like a potted flower, I need to move so I can grow.

I pray that all this time and trouble, that all the seeds I sow

Will flower bountifully, beautifully, and wonderfully if God bestows

(c)Adrielly de Melo