Strong As Grace

Submitted by Mairead on Thu, 04/30/2009 - 20:36
cold hard wind
through these trees
no fruit on these branches
but withered leaves

water drops, a flowing pain
translating my heart into this rain
showing things I hold inside
for all to see even in this dim light

i tremble as this flash pierces through
this sky it looks dark but somehow true
this thing that strikes is as my ache
hard to cope with and hard to shake   my cry is mingled in this rage
i shake my head and hide my face
why this restlessness? why this haze?