Sometimes tears fall, sometimes the
knife is really words that hurt
and when pain becomes a salve
for the hurting, I cry---
nights are lonesome as a mourning
dove seeking the right one
wishing to join two hearts, calling
upon the nightly winds---
tomorrow an arrow, piercing and
probing the strength I feel.
When it comes like a runaway train
I'll smile, even if a knife is
the price of pain.
2011 Richard L. Provencher
My wife, Esther and I are "born-again" and enjoy sharing our writing. It is a Christian Outreach for us. Our E-mail is: email@example.com. You are invited to visit our website at: www.wsprog.com/rp/. Free downloads available. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Please pray for one another.