A Strange Blessing
A baffling twist of fate that day,
I reached the airport—then dismay,
My bag, my things, my small world there,
Left on a train, gone unaware.
Back to the station, heart in race,
Regret and worry on my face,
I spoke to staff with trembling plea—
“The train is gone,” they said to me.
Miles away, it carried on,
My hopes felt fading, nearly gone,
I waited there with silent prayer,
Between despair and fragile care.
Yet grace arrived in quiet ways,
A gentle light through anxious haze,
In a land where honesty stays,
My lost belongings found their ways.
Taiwan held safe what I had lost,
A mercy far beyond the cost,
Though flight tickets burned to the sky,
Still faith refused to say goodbye.
For God, in wisdom we can’t see,
Takes one, returns in mystery,
What fades today may yet be replaced,
With greater gifts, by mercy graced.
So I stand still, with القلب light,
Through loss, I learn to trust the night—
For every fall, a hand above,
Reminds me still: I’m held in love.
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