Salty droplets on the Bible
An unexpected burst of tears
Was that a lie? Am I being foolish? Am I hurt?
Thoughts fly back as she sits up sleepless, like a manic artist at work
Stone wristband tossed onto the floor
Myriad changes, while she stands and watches helplessly
As though someone instructed her not to think anymore
Tears shed for unknown moments
Why aren’t prayers working like it used to, during happy days?
Where’s the faith?
Where’s the promised solace?
Will HE ever know?