Poetry of Mine: Poetry By Teresa Harr-Pena

God's Tears

Tears from God's eyes
Pour down upon our flesh
As he sees devestation
Caused by free-will

"Love" isn't conquering all
Evil in the world
It is now a word used
To gain power and control

Shall we build an ark
To carry us through
The endless oceans
Caused by God's tears

Just a thought...

Snowy Nights

A creaking chair
Swaying back and forth
An old lady sits
Window pane only knows north

Her body is molded
Her legs just sway
She sits in her chair
Her thoughts are miles away

Snowflakes glisten
Reflecting off the glass
She dreams of snow angels
But those days have passed

A fireplace puts a glow
Upon her tired face
Heats her cold heart
For love has lost it's place

Winter is her favorite season
Here she sits alone
Snowy nights surround her
She rocks herself to stone

Poetry of Mine