Unanswered

Tongued dust, I cried to him. He heard me crying,
But, wise, denied me what I thought was good.
Years later, I reflect, and know the truth:
The good received exceeds the good desired.

A humbling and a frightening thought it is:
His work in me was great enough, he knew
To leave my prayers unanswered,
My desires unmet,
My dreams unrealised.

He shattered all my hopes, and as he did so, knew
He still could hold me; still could keep me his.

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