kneeling, praying

think it’s raining


it’s only my tears

hitting the hardwood

falling heavier than

I thought they could


they’ve taken on a

life of their own

my tear drops crying back to me

wanting to bring me home


my tear drops know that

I can’t even speak

can’t even pray

but they know

He knows my thoughts

I don’t have anything

new to say


kneeling, praying


all the while

thinking it’s raining