Like the flower, I will emerge

I stumbled…..again.
Yet I did not fall.
My God steadies me.
He will not let me fall.

When morning breaks,
I give thanks to God.
The spark of hope spreads.
I face the day without fear.

On the sidewalk, a crack.
A fragile flower emerges.
There is struggle; it endures.
There is life; there is hope.

As this new day breaks…
What challenges awaits?
What struggles to endure?
With hope, I turn to God.

With hope, I will conquer.
God gives me strength.
Like the flower, I will emerge.
Tomorrow, a new hope.

By C.E. Pereira