I cry out: “Where is my Lord, God?”
And I am a Voice in the Wilderness
No water can cleanse me
No Sun can warm me
No Wind can soothe me
I am but a Man
A Voice
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by Dan Corjescu / January 16th, 2022
I cry out: “Where is my Lord, God?”
And I am a Voice in the Wilderness
No water can cleanse me
No Sun can warm me
No Wind can soothe me
I am but a Man
A Voice
This article was posted on Sunday, January 16th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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