sunday poetry

there's a thin line between pain and humour
everything is cruel to the sensitive kind

and here I am straggling that line
questioning whether God plays practical jokes
or perhaps it was His way of saying "Hello! Listen!"

uncertain of what will happen next
I am asking for the kind of wisdom only God can give
Though I am weak, undeserving, and afraid of change

I'm not quite ready to hold up a mirror to myself
yet
but I am willing