Some...

Somewhere in the distant
where the sunsets are all sweet,
Somewhere in the wishful
where fate and hope, plan to meet.

Somehow, I never get there
still stuck where pain remains,
Somehow the scars still haunt me
my faith is left in chains…

Sometimes in the shadows
I learn to lean on Thee,
Sometimes in my broken
God becomes my only plea.

Someplace in the quiet
where I listen to God's voice,
Someplace in surrender
I learn how to rejoice.

Someone on wooden cross
the bread He gave for me,
Someone's precious blood
the wine that sets me free.

This poem won second place for the August 2026 poetry contest