Week 50

It is in the late nights
That I find God
In the middle of actors
And actresses declaring their love
For each other
And for words.

When they write each other
Love letters
And letters of love
Escape their lips,
I imagine Him
Saying it to me
Saying it to me now.

My dearest daughter,
I miss you,
I love you,
Be mine.

But the moment passes
And my sin darkened soul realizes
That it is alone again
And I sit here
On top of my covers
And when my head finds rest against the wall
I wait
To capture that feeling again.