Two Women
Two Women
I looked into a window and saw two women whose hopes had been ripped away
from them.
And they lost all natural beauty,
And a man from the dessert was walking heavy laden, burdened with the sorrow
I feel deep down in my bowels,
A hole I tell you, he bore the weight of a soul that cannot receive the warmth of
God.
And his shadow struck the two hands and heads of the women, and they were
healed instantly.
In that moment, I felt a warmth in my soul and I threw up my hands and gave my
life to sorrow.
And this sorrow becomes dark at times, so very dark.
But when I consider the people who have lost all hope and have lost their natural
beauty,
When I consider this burden and the hope of my shadow falling upon them and
them knowing for just a moment that God’s love is real and there is no need to
fear,
Then I think of the sorrow I chose and know joy.
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