devotedly
I pray
yet He listens
absently
a four-decade old story
my heart
is a sponge
sopping up the tears
with which I wash
my prayers
I cleanse my heart
in prayers
before Him
whom my mind has doubted
seventy-seven times
no more waiting
for Him who is hidden
I hang
on the cross within me...
a faint echo, it’s finished
published in the September/October 2010 issue of Sketchbook
Cool Announcement: One Eye on the Road
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*A Poet's Vacation Message*
My Dear Readers/Poets:
a sickle moon
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