A man was here.

Love, where is your fire?
Where is the glamour you once had so easily?
Its dead midnight already,
Owl night’s herald, shrieks with fearsome sounds,
Still no vision of you,
Except a thick gruesome cloud,
So chilling and killing the sun.

The Heavenlies are mine,
The stars in the sky,
The majestic splendour of Heavens,
The unsearchable grandeur of the sea,
All declare my glory.

None of these compares
To my longings for you.

I searched for a better place to live,
None I found,
Except in the dessert of your heart,
Where hurt knows no boundary.

Perhaps you walk this shore,
Please come home.
All sin and shame forgiven.
Because a man was here.



I tot of you, now & always
Inspired by My Hopelessness.