I stare at the brightly lit sky,
Reminding myself why I cannot die.

I think about your Love,
Even everything that I have.

All you've ever done,
Nothing was intended for my harm.

Unfortunate events can't even compare to all the blessings I have received,
From His hands that's full of love to give.

I ask myself why then, why must I look for more than these things my hands has been equipped with?
Haven't my needs been met?

Fields of blessings compared to dots of sadness...
Why must I look upon small things instead of what's important,
Why not focus on what's significant?

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[A/N]: Thank you all for reading!
I hope you have enjoyed reading this poem. 😘💕