Rescued
In a remembered hour, wine colored circles expand around an amber-hued memory.
Spiraling down a tunnel; drifting, darkness, decay.
Expecting not to be rescued; God reached for me, anyway.
Jenny W. Andrews Copyright 2020
I am currently working on a second poetry collection. I plan to include this poem in that collection. I am including my original photography, as well.
Please leave a comment and let me know what you think.
Thanks.
Jenny
Hi Jenny this poem is very deep.
I read it many times and in each time I read , I had a new meaning to this poem.
I like the fact that the poem rhymes and the choice of words are precise.
I also like the content of the poem which I can relate to. There were times in my life that I literally felt this was the end of the road for me and I felt I deserve what I was going through hence I had no expectation of God’s intervention yet He still rescued me in my darkest moment. I called it “the unfailing love” of God.
Thank you for sharing
Sending you hugs and ♥️♥️♥️
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Thank you so much for reading my poem. God’s love is absolutely unfailing. He never gives up on us. In these stressful times, it is so important to keep our eyes focused on His love. His love is forever.
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Thank you too for the opportunity to read your poem, for allowing God to use you and for reminding me about the love of God.Your poem came timely.
Stay blessed
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Thank you, Mercy.
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