I heard an AWESOME sermon yesterday. One of the main points that stuck out for me was “God’s delays are not God’s denials.” As the preacher was giving his sermon he spoke of Langston Hughes famous Harlem poem. He used the poem as a reminder of keeping out dreams alive and don’t be discouraged by God’s timing which is always right. So my entry for today’s poetry challenge is Langston Hughes Harlem poem written on 1951. 

Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?

      Does it dry up

      like a raisin in the sun?

      Or fester like a sore—

      And then run?

      Does it stink like rotten meat?

      Or crust and sugar over—

      like a syrupy sweet?

      Maybe it just sags

      like a heavy load.

      Or does it explode?