Letters To God
I lay on the beach,
just me and the night;
covering me the waves,
and glimmer glowing bright.
That hope of a little child
and paws so soft and mild,
behind some white clouds
I look, I see their souls.
Your secrets held in stories told,
Your skies fold innocent souls killed.
When wings rest from long travel,
and angels go in deep sleep…
My heart smothers.
Season after season,
beyond your every reason,
when my questions race,
in your wide space,
I ache, I disappear!
I sometimes speak to you,
and sometimes I do not;
Just asking you…
about what they did.
That herd of words,
not spoken but felt,
melting in their pain,
it slowly drifts;
gets lost in the gossamer blue.
I call in their silence,
I wait for long,
where our journey appears a trick!
Diana Justice