Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

My Cry To God !

By: Mindie Sue Moffitt

I cry out his name each night,
I dream about him every moment.
When I look at anything and everything,
I see him.

I see him in the purple horizon & clouds
of morning,
the dew on a rose petal
from early morn'.

I hear his voice in mine,
even from the loud striking sounds
from a thounderous storm.

I look off into the sunset
and I see the sun peeking out from the horizon
and it reminds me of him peeking around the corner.

When I see a baby bird starting to fly
it reminds me,
about how much I want to have kids with him.


Dedicated to Steven W.