Poetry

When suddenly the thing called happiness is gone
and in the great old world we are all alone
then it’s hard to find any kind of peace of mind
and it’s as if we become the only one
 
that is facing any difficulty
and its as if the whole world
has turn to black and white and grey
and of the brilliant colours there are none
 
and when it feels even when we go on our knees to pray
that nothing does the power of destiny sway,
as if nothing is happening
and if it’s just another awful kind of day
 
then yet suffering, heartache and pain
although these feelings sometimes do remain
are full of counterparts
and the little things in life
comfort many troubled hearts
and even brings peace to times of strive
 
and then suddenly it’s with different eyes that we see
our own human fatality
and where and how we fit into the world
and all the small miracles that comes gratis and free
out of the hand of a loving and caring God.