Allfather spoke to me
Yesterday when I asked
What to Say
To a lost soul
From the same rib I hail
My heart poured out in despair
I asked Lord, how much do I bear
This agony that's not mine to hold
But my brother's lost soul
And a thought, the softest whisper
I was on my way...believing the voice in my head...
Today..the lost soul
Has sprung
From the dark...
God...His ways.
Inexplicable.
