Embers of Hope: Healing a Bruised Heart

In shadows deep, a husband's heart did ache,

His faith in love, a bitter twist did take.

He asked of God, in whispers soft and low,

"Am I not worthy of an exception's glow?"

For God, they say, is all-powerful and grand,

No feat impossible, within His loving hand.

Yet life unfolds in ways we can't foresee,

And sometimes love's not what it seems to be.

His mentor's wisdom, stern and unswayed,

Echoed in his mind, like a haunting serenade.

"Enabling her infidelity," he'd been forewarned,

As tears welled up, like a storm unadorned.

The husband wept, his heart in tatters torn,

For once again, his trust had been forlorn.

In this tale of love, despair, and strife,

He questioned if he'd ever find true life.

But in his pain, he learned a truth profound,

That sometimes love's a labyrinth, tightly wound.

In every choice, a chance for grace to mend,

And healing may begin when wounds can mend.

For though his heart was heavy, bruised, and sore,

Hope flickered still, like embers on the floor.

In love's tangled web, he found his way,

To brighter skies, perhaps, another day.