Whatr U Workin On

Here I sit all in wonder, the past few weeks I’ve been waaaay down under.
Feeling better now not totally sure, what brought the change, to my door.
I received a message from a dear sweet friend, telling me to get it together I can’t pretend,
That I’ve not been myself to do and create, but Someone else who had taken a stake
And drove it deep within, my very being, causing such a stir I was not singing
Nor feeling very jolly, but stiff as a board to be used as a dolly,
To move objects, from here to there;  now that the cloud is gone and in the air,
Is the feeing of hope, and as I tried to cope,
I did my daily prayer, and wondered then, what I thought was unfair.
Why do these things happen to me? I give of myself totally free,
Of seeking in return a favor or two. That’s just me, and how I am through
And through, but still I wonder at times, and know to be true,
That coming from this I will be stronger and wiser. I will take this experience to use as a visor,
Because when the sun is bright I want to see, and use the visor—God’s gift to me.