to deal with your death,
I keep being told
to think of you in Heaven
have faith, like my faith in God
the difference is
I have never had to actually deal
with the truth or falseness of God
(it had been an abstract debate
like global warming)
I have never smelled God's hair
God has never cooed to me from a bed
never sang with me
in response, I might be told that God is everywhere;
has always been around, and always will be
and again, I don't know if that is actually true
but I do know
that I never felt alone when you were with me
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