the path unfurls, a wasteland stark and cold,
where dreams of love once bloomed, now only thorns unfold.
aching muscles strain, a weary, burdened soul,
as whispers echo, "this is love's final toll."
the siren song of memory, bold and bright,
urges a return, to banish endless night.
but in the hush, a voice, serene and wise,
"this hardship guides you, with God's love in your eyes."
a tempest rages, fierce and bittersweet,
the echoes of laughter, a rhythmic, tempting beat.
but grace descends, a hand that soothes the fray,
a fractured spirit, on a destined way.
for earthly cravings, though vibrant in their hue,
can dim the light that leads to realms anew.
these trials refine, like fire to purest gold,
a deeper faith, a story yet untold.
relinquishing control, a bitter cup to drain,
yet trust, a fragile bud, begins to sustain.
perhaps these detours, etched with sorrow's line,
lead to a love that's eternally divine.
the path ahead, veiled in ethereal mist,
holds a celestial promise, with faith I've kissed.
with measured steps, in wisdom I will grow,
a heart surrendered to God, where seeds of virtue sow.
for in the crucible's depths, I learn to see,
the divine sculptor, shaping destiny.
a canvas transformed, with imperfections shed,
ready to enter, not the life once tread,
but a life transfigured, a tapestry sublime,
woven with purpose, in the halls of time.
though earthly whispers tempt with fleeting hold,
heaven's embrace awaits, a story yet unfolds.