Thursday, March 15, 2012

Even when my sky is black
       Your goodness overarches,
    soars over what I can imagine or even hope.

You are larger than the diseases.
       You are larger than the hospital beds and beeping monitors.
                You are larger than my snotty-sobbing heart.
                          You are larger than my screaming fear.

The problem isn't You;
        the problem is my eyes.

1 comment:

  1. They always say you have my eyes! Thank you for expressing my thoughts so well!



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