The wind grows colder
Winter chills
And on this first night
I seek You
As I always have
Wondering
With my heart and soul
So weary
Of the questioning
Sometimes loud
Sometimes in silence
I just pray
The wind grows colder
Winter chills
Awaiting Your word
Still I pray
What more can be done
I know not
I who have followed
Who believes
Is my faith not true?
Your response
In the deep nothing
Is silence
The wind grows colder
Winter chills
And so does my soul
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Playing around, mixing the 5/3/5 and the 3/5/3 versions of the La Lune poetry form.
Raivenne-lations 