Tears splash across my hands to the floor.
The pain in me cries out its grief.
Tears spent; a simple solace; a small relief.
The years run on across the decades and into time.
So much was given; so little accomplished.
Faith shattered by deceit; love lying anguished.
Youth races across the boundaries to maturity beyond.
Innocence cruelly enlightened; forever lost.
What was bought at so high a cost?
Shadows fall across the brightness to the ground.
Grayness; clouds and drizzling rain,
Will there ever be sunshine in my soul again?
Laughter echoes across remembrance into silence.
Joyous intimacy; generous friendship;
Illusions which from reality’s illumination slip.
Questions seek across the emptiness to God’s hands.
Quietness, stillness; patiently waiting.
He who holds the answers I am trusting.
© Cinda K. Gee 1989
