02 Jun


by Rhiannon C. Hall – (c) 2017


Spinning-top confusion
As I’m stuck inside a snowglobe
Looking out into the wild
But the glass is fogging over
From my panicked pounding heart
And gasping lungs

All the puzzle pieces floating,
Random in the vortex
And I can’t see what’s coming
And You say to watch
As all the bits will slow
And fall so gracefully
Into divine and perfect places
Where Your holy Wisdom
Planned them always drift
Into a landscape that will
Take my breath away
With it’s beauty
And meant-to-be-ness

Do you see the tears well up
And pour forth when I’m in this water?
Do You know the aches
And dreams
And all the shattered parts
I’m trying to hold together
While I wait and see if one day
They will all make sense?

And You whisper, “hope”
And You call out, “Trust”
And You sing to me, “wait”
And all I want to know is:
Will all of this disaster
Be worth the future that You promise?




This is a piece for Five Minute Friday. Today’s prompt was “future” and the goal is to free write for 5 minutes and stop. Feel free to check them out on twitter at #fmfparty on Thursday evenings.


Posted by on 2 June 2017 in FiveMinuteFridays, Poetry


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3 responses to “Future

  1. Andrew Budek-Schmeisser

    2 June 2017 at 11:08 am

    This is a lovely poem, Rhiannon. And I can so relate to the feeling of being stuck inside a snow-globe.

    #1 at FMF this week.


  2. Susan Shipe

    2 June 2017 at 10:15 pm

    my. my. deep words.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. The Thrifty Campers

    6 August 2017 at 7:42 pm

    Love the meaning and emotion in this poem:)



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