Poetry

 I had forgotten how much I love to write and read poetry.  I had something I was working through.  I prayed and prayed and talked to God about it.  I developed some insights from all the work I did on the matter.  But, I could not come to a conclusion.

I decided that something creative would help me to move past the matter.  I thought about painting a picture.  I am not much of a painter, but sometimes painting opens up my feelings. I settled on writing a poem about the event.  I was happy with the first draft.  In the final stanza I had an epiphany.  I was able to find peace about the subject.  Poetry soothes my mind. I recommend it.