I realized this prolly shouldn’t be written, but I couldn’t think of anything else as a twist to this. And the real shocker about it is how I’m agnostic, yet I wrote a poem involving God and heaven. Ah well.

Sounds like Sappho whispering from the grave. I’ll give you a fragment of hers back.
The moon has set and the stars have faded,
midnight has gone, long hours pass by,
pass by;
I sleep alone.

so depressing..
They say you have to meet God where He is.. maybe waiting isn’t right?