Faith, Searching for the Seed

Faith Grace Poetry Solitude Strength Waiting

I am and then I am not Watching her hurt For her family, their lives Their foundation stirred Quaked thin bottom lining Ripping vines from beneath Dirt swollen fingers from Digging, burying, praying For a

The Joy in Waiting

Waiting

Ya te dije que no. ¬†And I’m tired of repeating myself. The answer is the same today as it was yesterday and last week and last month. Before you ask, I want to blurt out