WHY IT IS I CRY


My eyes are filling. God alone knows why?
In wonder I wonder why it is I sometimes cry?
I started out with a smile, ended in half-remembered pain
come uninvited to open my soul. Words are all that remain.
Perhaps someday, one day, anyway,
God will open up and say,
I’m the reason you cry.



Copyright 2000 © Ronald L.Haun




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