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
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lca
Comment by lca — April 7, 2007 @ 6:03 pm
GAC
Comment by Gordon — April 7, 2007 @ 11:28 pm
JTC
Comment by jason77 — April 8, 2007 @ 1:15 am
PLW
BMW
HLW
RS
JAS
MS
DS
Comment by Paula — April 8, 2007 @ 10:18 am
CSC
Comment by Carole — April 10, 2007 @ 10:23 pm