HE
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.
