point of view

that moment when my eyes are opened to the transformation of sunshine my ears unplugged to hear the riotous, yet gentle rejoicing of the birds my skin feels the tug of the warm wind of spring and my heart says teach me teach me to praise like these

there once was a girl she was kind of self-preoccupied. she wanted life to be dry and tearless she assumed heaven on earth she prayed for interminably blue skies. Maybe that's why the darkness hurt so much and the wind left her shaking and numb. something is not right. then when her tears wouldn't flow she wished they would she prayed for answers but Yahweh said "I Am." He touched her cold unfeeling heart and it began to heal slowly. He reminded her that her soul-song was not crying for answers only for Love.