Poem: Midnight Walk

Voices in my mind. Answers I can’t find. A tear slides and falls. I’m in my sins entwined. ~ Time for a midnight walk. A quiet stroll around the block. A look at the stars, a plea to God for a talk. ~ Pouring out the problems, feeling at the bottom, clasping hands, knuckles white, … Continue reading Poem: Midnight Walk

Poem: Whispers of the Wind

Wind comes rushing down the plain, murmuring in its quiet tone, assuring that there soon comes rain, and to the fields that are sown, ~ that their thirst will be quenched, their roots will be fed, that they will not be wrenched, from the earth, lifeless, dead. ~ The wind continues, rustling the brush, patting … Continue reading Poem: Whispers of the Wind