How many timesHave I waited and hoped?Only to hear the silenceOf the night skyThat is your soul.And I don’t know the way Days go byMany nightsIn contemplation and prayer.Thinking, breathing inThe nothing repeating – again and again. And I lie mystified there…
Tag: Poetry
Gone But Still Remembered
Did you keep a journal or diary when you were a child or teenager? If not, are you thinking of starting one? It need not be January to start getting your thoughts down on paper, especially in this crazy but significant year we are all living through. The other day I decided to look through…
Give Me the Grace
Lord, give me the grace to fall at Your feet,And weep,No,Scream,At a world in free fall. We are living on edge,Each and every one, Afraid to admit we are weak and need You.
The MuSinGer 