Though I am not aware of any great love
beaming down upon me, I hope they are there
My lost son, my mother , her parents,
They speak to me, hear me when no one else does.
I have searched, believed, dreamed, loved
and seen all of that stolen from me.
In misery, drowning in tears, I have lain,
thinking of you, longing for your touch.
Oh, Holy Spirit, one whom I should trust
I often wonder where you are, near, or far
Do you watch over me while I suffer?
Do you not interject yourself in earths troubles?
There was a time when the majesty of your works,
the beauty of the forest and flowers of spring,
carried me to a place of pure delight.
Now, all I do is wonder what I did to make you leave.
Nothing can bring back what was stolen from me.
I try to find comfort in the winds, the sea,
To find you again, but I cannot see beyond the clouds.
I reach up, longingly to find only emptiness.
All you must do is reach down as I reach up,
as you did once and suddenly withdrew.
I hear the winds power, the majestic clouds.
But i want you, and can never ever have you here again.
