When a Child

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 02 May 2012

2 comments

dies--
anger
blame,
the end.

Words are like shallow trenches,
feelings windswept landscapes
tears the truth of sorrow

friends as shadowy silhouettes.

Child of promise now
a sweet scent
of Kingdom come.

Permalink Submitted by Esther on Thu, 2012-05-03 05:44

So life begins again....but never ends!

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Thu, 2012-05-03 16:36

Hello again, Esther and thank you for your interest in reading my work. There is so much that surrounds us and I wish to write about it all. Richard

Richard L. Provencher