From silent solitude, my sorrow bled,
each drop a despair, a lure–
a siren’s song, it sold me onward
until, cried empty, I followed love instead
and found Him waiting where my searching led.

About Daniel Hardman

Software architect and tech blogger: ~ Author of fiction, poetry, sci-fi, fantasy: ~ Twitter: @dhh1128 ~ GitHub @dhh1128
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