Heart Fingers
It’s been said before
Love is a painful thing
Such a cliché
Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.
The absence of love
Oh what a yearning!
My heart has fingers
Blindly groping
Reaching
For another heart to touch.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Thursday, March 2, 2006
We act
A look
A tone of voice
All it takes to wreck my day.
Why do these things sour
Long after every smile is forgotten?
We
Made in the image of God.
Why
Compelled to act like the devil?
© Rosalie Miller 2006
