Wednesday, December 06, 2006

HE (A new poem)


by Glenda K. Fralin

I cry into the wind

so no one sees the tears.

I like it that way.

But He won’t let me,

suffer alone.

Like dialing into

my heart’s number.

He calls me to pray

on His name

for the warmth

of his breath

on my spirit.

Like the morning,

I have brightness again.

And I love it that way.


Kokila said...

Wow!!! that was wonderful!

Glenda_Fralin said...

Thanks Kodila, It's nice to be able to touch someone with a poem. To God be the Glory.