...a lamp post as her gaurdian

the sound of rain hitting brick walls.
the pitter-patter of seconds passing by.
experiencing life in slow motion.
feeling emotions fast paced.
with no grip on time and effortless movements.
she sits alone.

lighted sidewalks filled with ghosts.

a lamp post as her guardian.
secure in her blanket and blistfully content.

she wishes for nothing more than these moments of solitude.
these seconds spent alone, with only her thoughts.
a moment to silently cry out to God.

and answers that only she can hear.

whispered replies for only her ears.
oh, the glory of a Savior.
oh, the glory of grace and love.

of hope and understanding.