sorrow

One candle

It has never been this cold. Though, I can’t see my breath as in stories of old. The coat clinging to my back; in one piece around my torso, is full of cracks. Has my god completely abandoned me? Was my religion a hoax? Alone I sit, on the cold pew. Screaming at God untilContinue reading “One candle”

“Sorrow knows no depths when hope is gone.” Written for my up coming Monday School lesson: The Gift of hope, one of four gifts Jesus’ birth gave us.