07 August, 2009 8/07/2009
bitter silenceRed ground,
him leaning over her in concern.
The feel of her fingertips over his wide palm.
Blue ground,standing next to each other.
His voice, tune comforting.
The ground we walked upon then,Fingers bumping against each other.
That familiar silence.
The ground we walk upon now,Bitter silence.
Who could speak first?
Inside our hearts lie raging turmoil.
Yet we obey His Higher Calling,
knowing that the path we take is pleasing to Him.
Here am I, all of me.Take my life, its all for Thee.
