(This poem is in response to Emma's Your Wednesday Writing Prompt 29/03/23)
Once
we begin
maybe twice
we begin and
then we begin
again
But
once we begin
(we're in His beginning)
we're beginning again
starting over
the second (and … and ...)
chance
He's not letting us go
At each beginning
and in between
chasing us down
picking us up
a whisper from behind
from right beside
"This is the Way"
and again
and still
the strong arms underneath
bringing us
through
again (again)
Once we begin
we are
His
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:37-39
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