anitalorrainemoore

Musician devoted to Justice, Creativity, and Courage

Talks with god

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Never felt the river as wide as it feels right now

The winds carve their names into my bones

Every sound could be you

Every light could be you

Every moment

I miss you

I wish words could exit my mouth

Silence, my only utterance

Unnamable you are, I cannot see what you see

Up there in your divine candlelight,

do you miss me? Your child? Your love?

At times you are right here

Right now, I cannot find you

Walked for hours

Sat on flat, dead trees

Stood on bridges

Sweat in a wooden box

Retraced my steps

Yet, words failed me

Only tears escape

I miss you,

god and your creation mirror of me

Please allow the sun another day

To follow this lonesome night on my knees

Author: Anita Lorraine Moore

Woman, musician, teacher, poet, painter, ordained minister, tarot reader, artist, seamstress. I work for justice & I talk politics and religion at the dinner table.

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