Whispers
Whispers
The light whispers gently graze my neck...
My body shivers at the touch. ..
I quickly turn around but he is gone....
Gone with the wind...
I pace for grace all around but no where to be found...
Oh where could he be?
I tire after awhile.
This cat and mouse game...
Is it a fable or am I not able?
I pace for grace all around but no where to be found...
Lost about I want to shout...
Did I glimpse the fingerprints?
Impaired by my sight I must take flight...
I pace for grace all around but no where to be found...
Left in the shadows, oh how I cower...
My imagination is wild the images are defiled...
A test of faith but am I too late?
I pace for grace all around... but no where to be found...
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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