I hear raindrops tonight. I feel drops of rain on my skin. They aren’t cold. They are warm. I hear teardrops tonight. I feel drops of tears on my skin. They aren’t warm. They are cold.
I slowly walked the road to Emmaus myself. A long silent battle with disillusionment. Not a helpful friend in sight. Dusty was the road. Abandonment clung like crusted sweat. Then a voice in the [...]
