Times of Separation

once again to strive, to beat it out

over and over again.

so worn, worked over

with the intention to kill.

to watch him die and smile

at his destiny

his pain,

my deliverance.

my cleanliness a gift of freedom.

my walk purified.

my peace given by God.

what else is there

after slipping away.

when every thing is silent

and nothing else is around?

alone.

looking deep inside.

hearing the echo of my soul,

no one can know.

in these times of silence,

these times of seperation,

i find there is a void that rises up,

a peace that bridges my tears,

a comfort that no one else can offer.

so why do people run away?

why do the look elsewhere and base

their self on opinions

when the truth is so evident that this

God of love is so constant?

destruction and storms.

my Jesus stands to help.