Problems
I did not hear the voice of faith,
that whispered in my ear.
My prayers were too loud,
and my soul just couldn't hear.
I did not hear the voice of hope,
that cried inside my tortured heart.
For my mind was full of anger,
And my feelings were too tart.
Then something crept inside of me
and touched my vacant spaces.
My spirit felt it's soothing presence,
and Journeyed to uncharted places.
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2017
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