My brothers , you will always have your trials.
But when they come try and treat them as a happy privilege.
As we tread along life’s long tiring miles.
Searching for God’s  distant elusive image.

Bereavement sadness is the first to surface.
In the middle of the night when we wake.
It is a sort of catharsis.
But it keeps one sad and awake.

But if you try to pray.
The mind can move forward.
And somehow one emerges from the fray.
Heading benignly shoreward.

Let me just live for this day.
Accepting that tomorrow is a new more hopeful day.

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We always have trials
They are just a privilege
Something to live with

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See James 1 : 1-11