One Answer

I awaited the answer to a question from long ago
I had asked our Lord a multitude of questions, 
But only one weighed heavy on my soul.

The wind blew and it felt as if a hand had brushed against my face.
I looked up and watched the clouds part so eloquently
And then the moon appeared, so bright and full.

A smile came across my face as I wasn’t sure if this was real
I grew up believing signs were everything.
I lost my faith years ago yet I still find myself praying…
Praying to someone I can never see, touch or hold.

Perhaps it was the answer and I am just not ready to hear it.
I am not sure what I was being told or how I am to find it out.
I feel my prayers are unanswered and that my questions are unheard.
But perhaps I just don’t listen well.

I still await the answer…I still await another wave of winds to touch me.
I sit here, on the beach, feeling the sand between my toes,
And hear the water calling to me…
Yet the heaviness weighing on my shoulders, my heart, my soul...
It’s dragging me under the tide.

--grb—7/2011