Blues

 

For no reason, the sadness comes.

Tears unending flow down my soul.

I wring my hands in ever increasing grief.

I know that God hears my cries.

I await His answer.

It is a long time coming.

 

I stare out at the cloudless blue.

I so wonder at the twinkling of the stars.

I search my soul for what I need.

I know God hears my cries.

I await His answer.

It is a long time coming.

 

I walk the streets, blister filling my feet.

My eyes are tired from the endless search.

Walking on, I do, the effort proves fruitless.

I know God hears my cries.

I await His answer.

It is a long time coming.

 

I know that He hears my cries.

But His answer.

It is such a long time in coming.