are not music
or poems
but the breadth
and depth

for the life
of me, they mingle
and linger
on a lonely rooftop

with rain
vibrating through
the wind.

There once was a knocking at my door,
A scary rhythm came before,
Of footsteps stepping on the floor,
Coming up to meet my heart.

The moment slow and painful beating at my chest,
Will I fail? Will it end? Or will the Lord say yes?
I'm trying my hardest, thinking that it's the best,
I'm doing my little part.

Then those footsteps, loud and clear,
Left my doorstep taking all my fear.
For God said yes and on my cheek a tear.
God is good to me.