Saturday, April 12, 2008


by: R.A. Slater
Sometimes I don't know where You are
Looking high and low
Until I am weary and faint
I curl up inside into a tiny ball
The pain of my loss too great to bear
The world bears down on me
Cutting off my will to live
Cutting off the very air I breath
Though my tongue has been silenced
Still my heart cries out to You
Knowing that where ever You are
You always hear each whispered shout
How I miss Your presence
Your arms wrapped around me
Keeping me warm in this cold world
So now I wait...
Sitting here alone and cold
Weary with my crying
Waiting for You to find me again


Jean-Luc Picard said...

A beautiful poem.

thumbelina said...

okay chicky! Get outa the ball, paint your nails a bright pink, get a new necklace....and get over here and visit me!

Let's do lunch....soon!