Some old stuff

Faith

I wonder sometimes,
If he loves me.
When I am not in tune with him,
Not listening,
It is difficult to tell.
Perhaps when I am,
Better.
Stronger.
More Perfect.
I will know.
But for now a hint,
An aftertaste.
Lingering on in my soul.
A forgotten fragment clinging
To the hem of my heart.
Reminding me to come home.


Waiting

Anticipation,
Throbbing in my heart.
Pulling me,
Pushing me,
Tearing me apart.
But sweet moments,
Tiny petals in the storm,
Make it beautiful and strange,
Waiting for your arms.