wading in a river of sadness,
i immerse myself in the innocent
sound of the crickets.
a golden firefly passes
and he touches me,
a reminder that
god is here.
and suddenly,
all my loneliness disappears,
all my sorrow trails off
into a valley
some-where.
i ask the sky a question
and a shooting star
winks at me.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
wading in a river of sadness,
i immerse myself in the innocent
sound of the crickets.
a golden firefly passes
and he touches me,
a reminder that
god is here.
and suddenly,
all my loneliness disappears,
all my sorrow trails off
into a valley
some-where.
i ask the sky a question
and a shooting star
winks at me.
