the conversation

21 01 2009

conversation1tonight, i prayed

my soul was that of a woman

lost.  unlonging.  unsearching.

like a dry, empty desert


walking: neither fast, neither slow

never seeing an end

not wanting to find an end


following… nothing.

unsure.  unsecure.

it was not light – nor dark

it just merely was.

but tonight i prayed

could it be a beginning?

or was it finally an end?

i only know

it was the best conversation ever.

in a long time.

with GOD.






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