Sweeter Yet

Like taffy pulled and stretched
In the candy makers hands
My peace and patience struggle
At the strain of life’s demands
Stepping one way for a moment
I’m quickly jolted someplace new
Torn asunder by the urgent
Never settled in a groove
Still I find there is a center
Like the albums I once played
While my head may yet be spinning
There is One who never strays
Like the candy maker planted
At the counter where she works
So my God is always anchored
As life pushes, pulls, and jerks
The unfolding of my thinking
On this convulsing carousel
Ends not with my undoing
As my imagination’s apt to tell
The stretching and the tearing
Transform the dreams within my head
And the essence of my spirit
Becomes sweeter yet instead

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