… For my sorrow, I built a wailing wall.
Stone upon stone in union with clay’s call.
Wetted by my tear.
Laid by trembling hand in fear.
Carving to build;
Not to wring or shield!
… I cry with lament a lovely there!
My broken heart’s ache with no share!
Against the immovable presence of thirst,
I drink the destitution of empty first!
… In breath of troubled wind, I shiver.
My soul and I are enveloped in cold to deliver-
Foreboding darkness, I know.
In creation’s vast, a blow!
“All Knowing- Somewhere”, LOVE HEARS NO!! …