House-poet

In the shadows where sorrow lingers, 
Life hands us bitter pills to swallow, 
Sickness, loss, those heavy fingers, 
Choking on the heartache, we follow. 

Yet through the clouds, a promise shines, 
A whisper of hope, a guiding light, 
The tapestry woven, intertwined, 
Each thread a story, dark or bright. 

Like a chef with a secret recipe, 
God stirs together joy and pain, 
From the chaos, sweet symphony, 
A masterpiece born of loss and gain. 

Not every moment tastes divine, 
Some leaves a bitter aftertaste, 
But in the hands of the designer, 
Even the complex parts find their place. 

Optimism fades, but hope remains, 
Not just a wish for luck to smile, 
It’s confidence that through the rains, 
Each drop nurtures development for a while. 

For in the divine blueprint, we trust, 
Plans forged in love, a future bright, 
From ashes to beauty, it’s a must, 
A promise that turns darkness to light. 

So lift your eyes to the stars above, 
The Master Designer knows your name, 
In every trial, hold on to love, 
For in His hands, life’s never the same.