Dark Waters

I’m wallowing in a pit of my own sorrow. I am too young you all say. Is there anyone who wants me? I’m alone and afraid. I’m wading through the dark waters of my unhappiness. Is there anyone there to rescue me? I’m drowning and there’s no one here to save me. Everyone is out… Continue reading Dark Waters

When He Comes

He comes not like a thief in the night, nor descends on flailing bladed wings. No malice has He toward the fearing soul. No anger spits from His still, cold lips. He comes as the gentle whisper of winter wind, or the quick ecstasy of the lightning bolt immediate yet lingering as if embraced by… Continue reading When He Comes