Misery or Mirth…

Rain dancing from

the heavens, reach

earth as dew drops

in my world.  A world

where my soul lives

in black agony.  My

past filled with anguish,

I am raw with doubt.

God alone knows the

knowledge of Infinity, of

my future.  Nonetheless,

at times, in my heart, I

feel that the heavens are

quivering with laughter.

 

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

 

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6 thoughts on “Misery or Mirth…

  1. Ooooh! I’ll have to read this one several more times to extract all the flavor…but I already know I love it! Nicely done…exquisite even!

    Ron

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  2. your words echo of sadness….
    beauty in the energy though one can feel your words as well as read them…
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

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