Monday, July 27, 2009

There's distance in the air and I cannot make it leave.
I cannot sense you close, though I know you're always near.
But the comfort of you near is what I long for.
When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same.
When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray.
I want you more than I want to live another day.
As I wait for you,
maybe I'm made more
faithful.

1 comment:

Monica said...

I've always thought the composition of this picture was greatness.
And I look skinny.

So kudos.