I sit cloud gazing
Water vapor taking forms
To see or perceive
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Kenneth cruz and writers in Poets and other communities.
No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belk3 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
This was so beautifully done. Loved it!
Very lovely.
Elegant