Is it so much to ask, Lord?
To be with her?
Each day, the separation becomes
more difficult to bear.
My need for her grows,
as does the void in my heart...
There is a rend in my soul-
her soul-
our soul...
How can we mend each other's hearts?
We cannot even talk freely.
She is a gift from you, God
You brought her to me just when
I needed her most.
So, why are we denied now?
What purpose do You hold for us?
We discover each other
only to lose each other.
I know Your will is ultimately best...
Still, I do not understand.
Confusion beats me down like
a cruel child beats an old dog.
Daily, I am crushed into a finer powder.
Without her, I find myself dying
one piece at a time...
Is it so much to ask?
Amen
Reason for writing:
A prayer to God for you, Esmeralda.
Birth sign: Not entered
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