Conversations with God

When I can't pray, I hope -There's someone out there with warm memories of me,Thinking good thoughts, speaking good thingsDreaming sweet dreams about me.When I can't pray, I hope -There's someone out there falling in love with the same moonAnd in her phases she grows and becomes fullIn her brokeness, in the darkness, with a... Continue Reading →

In the Arms of Sorrow

Under the sun there is a season for everything,
Eventually, the dust will settle
And there will be light at the end of the tunnel,
Pain demands to be felt;
feeling is what makes us human,
And that is the thing –
To feel it but do not live with it.

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