Isaiah 43:18-19

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The wind carries hopes someplace,

along with the riddled trees.

Songs and dances forlorn and muted.

Paper and ink idle and stubborn.

A season of change in the offing.

The fallen shall rise again.

I trust You with this newness,

fully and completely.

The past fraught with worries

now sees no light.

The death of a star feels like an eternity,

but I obey You.

Still, I cherish You.

I do truly love You.

My heart, mind, and soul

are one with You.

Letting go and forgetting.

The wilderness is paved with Your wonders.

Streams spring up in the wasteland.

I do not fear, for You are with me.