Piles of fallen leaves.
last night
i saw the cannonball
spill across the field
and i felt at ease
my baby keeps me up all night
and i am trying to breathe
alone
but the fireworks
and the newspapers all tell of tomorrow
so what can i do
and where can i go
when nothing is like it needs to be?
i complete my puzzle alone
and helpless
i ask for forgiveness
where are you now god?
tapping on my shoulder
i know,
i can feel you
but who's shoulder is it?
god,
tapping on my shoulder
i know,
i can feel you
but who's shoulder is it?
god,
are you alone?
Labels: alone, forgiveness, god
posted by Allister Reynolds at 10:29 PM
