does the sun resent the clouds, when they come out to play?
for the sun needs to vacate its playground in the sky sometimes;
and as it does and the aspect changes,
the sky weeps.
i listened, anticipating the answer, in hope.
anticipation perhaps obscured His response?
will he resent my choice, if i go another way?
no tears, i hope – not him, nor me
nor that tug inside that they oft accompany.
i pray the truth will make us free.
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(A dusty sketch from Friday, 1 December, 2009)