Connecting

…Silence…

Standing still in the storm
She nursed a broken heart
Smiling away in an unusual norm
She wondered at God’s art

Kneeling before the lord
As she looked into His eyes
Bundled heart tied with a cord
And folded hands as she cries

There was a ray of light
That appeared in the holy place
She was filled with might
Thanked for the shower of grace

She knew there was a gift
And a message of love
As she heard from a rare swift
Glee and happy, She looked above

She had a strange feeling
That a happy soul sent across
There was a heart healing
As there was no one at a loss


Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey, good poem. :)
9/4/09
Aparna said…
Thanks!!!!!
9/4/09
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