Wednesday, June 06, 2007

The air is heavy.
Sadness falls like rain.
A salty rain,
Runs down my face.

Like a child,
I run to my Father.
And I ask, Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?

And in His embrace,
The rain,
Continues,
To fall.

2 comments:

Tiffany said...

I love you

Angie said...

I love you, too.