Tag: WEEPING

WHERE I WALK

February 25, 2020

rain I got   crying wet onto me   diamond drops brightened by street lights making the worst appear washed and clean while puddles reflect neon’s as passing footsteps make busy waves disturbing what weeps and gathers from the under surface of heaven to the streets where I walk  

LAS VEGAS

October 4, 2017

It’s a bush of memories. Shadows of faces unable to speak. Lost in a moment, like a mist catching voices and thoughts drifting in a direction of silence.   Angels gather.   We feel the pain gathered by images. Others swell in tides of grief we fail to completely understand.   We pray.   From … More LAS VEGAS