Sunday, August 28, 2011

The problem with omnipresence

The lover inside crawls closer,
gasping in between my own breath.
Sweeter, slower, softer,
kinder than would break God's heart;
How will you ever feel my presence,
unless you also know how it feels if I am not here?


  1. Thanks Saraht, it's funny how sometimes the things I write that I love the most often draw little other interest. Glad you like it too :)

  2. sometimes we take it for granted isn't it? and then we realize what we missed.
    thanks for making me feel, I miss her..