Finding God
He turns away from me to say goodbye
Quivering not, I felt a pinch...so damn alone
While the night raven screeches up high
As crystal tears bleed of why, down the bones.
Somehow, a dove climbs on my lap, to show
How the moon rises as new flowers glide;
While Heaven awaits starlight's afterglow
Enshrining this moment where peace abides.
.............................
Gail Doyle's Finding God Contest
8/7/2014
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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