Maybe I Could Always See.

It all unfolds in front of me.

I should embrace all that I see,

But some of it is cast in mist 

Hiden behind a backward twist.

I pay close attention.

See all I should not mention.

Absorbing and transmutting it.

Until I realize, I could always see it.

The pain and heartache. The soul crushing tears.

The screaming and yelling. The belief in our fears.

It all was up in my face. 

Until I decided to replace

The burdens and the heartaches. All of the rest.

With a gentle, quiet knowing that You would take care of this.