Saturday, May 16, 2009

1 am

dear life

I have not squandered you

you still stand as though transfixed

by what has been done and what will be

dear sky

I have not reached your limit

you still beckon me

limitless endless then and now

dear God

you have not deserted me

my darkest moments still sing You

You permeate my deepest longing

And when I am weeping

I am ripe

1 comment:

Steph said...

dearest schwester,
i must exist as your fan in more than one area. i love your writing. maybe because it so often reiterates my own feelings. anyways.. you must write more. i love it, like i love you.
liebe.