Roots Remain

A poem about hope and fate/

Roots Remain

Winds don't ask which way to blow,

The rivers flow where they must go.

And so did you--was it God's hand,

Or just the dust of shifting sand?

I cried to Him, I sought His face,

Yet silence filled the hollow space.

Did He intend for me to break,

Or shape my soul for heaven's sake?

For fire refines, though it destroys,

And pain remakes what it deploys.

If faith's a seed, then loss is rain--

It cuts, it drowns, yet roots remain.

But mercy moves in ways unknown,

A shattered path still leads us home.

What once was lost was never gone,

A thread of grace still pulled us on.

We thought echoes meant the end,

That silence swallowed what been.

Yet here we stand, as if we knew--

Perhaps God always meant us to.

By:Kelly De Oliveira