winter and loss
and His death
spring arrives and i’m not ready for sun and new life
a little while longer with this sorrow
tomorrow let it be spring.
let there be light. only, wait until tomorrow.
God please, allow me this whispered prayer.
my heart buried just below the surface of ice and snow, cold and darkness.
She closes her eyes, letting the quiet, the silence envelop her.
Waiting. She is waiting to see if life has some secret to tell her.
Not a word.
He is gone and she remains…still.