Trouble Don't Last Always

When the twisted winds of pain

Push me down to

Valleys low, I cry

Power tears

And Pray

Power prayers

I stand bare hands open

After years of holding children’s small hands

And locking hands with members of my church

Clasped hands span over decades

Now holding hands of adult children

Soon to be my grey hands

Problems gone

I released those sorrows into the Master’s hands

Because trouble don’t last always