the daily poem.

​a rainy night in red bank new jersey.
it all seems so hard to believe,
to understand
at nights like this.
knowing that it has to be this way
that their are some things in life that just are.

as the rain beats against my window,
knowing that it is all good
wishing that their was another way,
but their isn't.
life is life,
and God is still in control.

So it goes. Press on regardless.