I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Like Puddles On An Asphalt Street
Round and round this life, it goes
And where it stops, the Good Lord knows
Like puddles on an asphalt street
The silver water cool and sweet
Each tear that falls is gathered up
And safely stored inside His cup
And poured upon the soul's parched land
Where roses spring forth from His hands
Tears turn to rivers and then to tides
Of mighty oceans far and wide
And then are used to wash us clean
From the deaths of our old dreams
Down comes the rain made of our tears
And down the drain go all our fears
Round and round this life, it goes
And where it stops, the Good Lord knows.
©by Voo
Aug 5, 2006
