She Cried Out ~
I am tired.
I am wore out.
I am weak ~therefore the cracks are.
Knowing, I know ~ he waits with gleaming smile.
Tis the hour for slither of entrance.
Ever so quiet for he knows the route;
the one that remains open which should have stayed closed.
The sharpness of the teeth are; embedded with severe recourse.
A sharp tongue shows no mercy;
but yet I want mercy from.
" O my child, there are no buts.
What I give to you; you are to give to others.
Can't you see? You know; you truly do.
My word is for all, no exceptions with limitations given;
For if you limit? then you are limiting me
and I am a God with no limits ~ Remember?"
Yes ~ as I bow my head in shame.
Please forgive me my Lord, I do know better.
writing and photograph copyrighted@Linda Elaine Calhoun 3/4/02 - 2010