A Laugh, A Cry
by Kewayne Wadley
A moment to rejoice in the sweetest taste of inspiration.
Heavenly hymns given by the fixture of your lips.
Another moment to take in the scriptures
written in the clouds.
Small wrinkles that pass in front of us as moments.
Surely not taken for granted.
We held hands as the sky held the clouds.
Our lips watered as we smelled rain in the air.
Our dreams became soaked with the thought
of each other.
Moistened by the sermons preached by the
angel tears that fell among us.