#497 —Silent Prayer;

Hark, the ocean’s song,
As its waves soak the beach,
And pull back, only to return.
And as I stand here, silent in prayer,
I but wish I am your beach,
and you are my Ocean.
Perhaps I am not, meant to find you,
But I know, It is not me, it is God
playing with my destiny.

#474—Fallen Between Cracks;

What curse
Have I incurred,
That now my days I roam,
Blind and lost on a desert of
No hope.