sadness dwells inside my sacredness
deep beyond what people see
my soul connects to others differently
we don't need to speak
the earth stretches and yawns with growing pains
people hurt I hurt with them
Melancholy has gone silent
and I with her
distress the faith shaken stars
the angels watch on quietly
but if I hush long enough I will hear them
whispering mind to mind
Our Father comes and goes
always observing and advising
very polite he waits for me to address his presence
unless I’m doing wrong
then he interjects asking me to alter my course
forgive me I ask repeating the same sin
he tells me he loves me still
my cheeks glow hot I feel shame
because I feel his disappointment
often taking my Father down roads,
he would rather not go down with me
tortured existence still I bless life
with hopes I’m learning
I’m curious about all things
hidden knowledge has been revealed to me
but innocence remains gentle
my love of our Father only grows
he loves me unconditionally
and I love him the same








Beautifully penned, Brenda. Such a powerful write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
good evening dearest Damian thank you so much for the love on this write ❤️
You know how much I adore your writing Brenda. This is no exception. Powerful, beautiful, wistful. Marvelous..xo
thank you graciously dearest Keith ❤️
the quiet voices of angels. Well done. ❤️
hello dearest poet thank you graciously ❤️