Saturday, April 07, 2007

on Saturday God wept

God cried
a icy tear rolled down

i sat in my grey room
trapped

all colour
reds, whites,
greens and blues
leached

depressed
lonely

dark skies out my window
earth weeping

On Saturday God cried
with all those,
who lost sons
with all those,
trapped in their grey room

If this poem means something to you, or you would like to pray it with someone, feel free to leave your initials in the comments.

Posted by steve at 03:14 PM

5 Comments

  1. lca

    Comment by lca — April 7, 2007 @ 6:03 pm

  2. GAC

    Comment by Gordon — April 7, 2007 @ 11:28 pm

  3. JTC

    Comment by jason77 — April 8, 2007 @ 1:15 am

  4. PLW
    BMW
    HLW
    RS
    JAS
    MS
    DS

    Comment by Paula — April 8, 2007 @ 10:18 am

  5. CSC

    Comment by Carole — April 10, 2007 @ 10:23 pm

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