by Hadassah Treu
My sorrows are a gift. I just need to tear down With hands that hurt and bleed The ugly, painful wrap. I must cut deeper like a surgeon To tear open layer after layer And then I find the hidden gift, The real answer to my prayer. I can perceive it clearly then Exposed like a shining gem The truth that every heavy sorrow So pregnant was with pure joy.
Hadassah Treu is a devotional writer, poet, award-winning blogger, and contributing author to several faith-based platforms like Devotable, and several devotional and poetry anthologies in English and Bulgarian. Her poems in English are featured on Thoughts About God, Poetry Host: Christian Poetry & Spoken Word, Words Inverse and Awaken Our Hearts.