I am not a writer
I am not a poet
I am not an artist
Would words be enough to convey what I feel?
Would a poem be enough to express what I feel?
Would a painting do justice to your feelings?
Would it depict the seasons?
Would it depict the helplessness?
Would it depict the rage and passion?
Wish I knew!
She cast a careless glance at the scene around her.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore.
The pain in her heart wouldn’t go away.
The dullest throbbing inside her, which had become so much a part of her that she couldn’t isolate the pain from her identity.
Would it always be like this?
Would it ever be different ?
Would the pain […]
I was sure by now, God, that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it’s still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes […]
Is it your face I see in my dreams ?
Is it your hands that I feel over me ?
Is it your eyes that seem to see me always ?
Is it your love which seems to embrace me always ?
Is it your feet which seem to follow me always ?
Is it your will which writes my […]