Silent waiting, through the many years of life, beginning
again at each new stage to attempt fulfilling our soul.
Religion starting and stopping throughout the years, being
all or nothing at any given time.
Listening to the meanderings of the mind takes away from
the heart and soul, leaving us empty for long periods of
time.
Longing pulling, tugging, steering us back, where we know
we belong.
There are no substitutes, we all know it, yet once in a
while, being human, we stray, thinking it was our own
choosing.
Yet, allowing us this freedom so we may come back, closer
than before, pouring out our love, crying, purging our
souls and minds.
Knowing God wants us to stay beside Him because we are all
like lost sheep on this planet earth.
Striving to do right, but seeing greener grass up ahead,
we make a bee line for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank goodness we have such a forgiving God huh? Love this poem RoseAnn!