Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

What would it mean to stay?

What would it mean to leave?

For You are the same in every way.

You never change through my grief.

I am always searching for the answers.

I am looking for new hope.

You remind me again that You are the answer.

You whisper that You are my true hope.

You reveal the path of life to me; in Your presence is abundant joy, at Your right hand are eternal pleasures. Psalm 16