Weeping willow

I love to write poems and get my feelings out.
Darkness is not the absence of light,but the cover for it.
When you feel only darkness or pain or see it in another.Look beneath this.
There is light there in the soul.
One has many faces,one has many words that need to be said.My heart is full of them;-}

The spiritual journey is one of continually
falling on your face,getting up brushing yourself off,looking sheepishly at God
And taking another step.

In silence my heart cracks open
Blooming open all my thoughts and memories
of you
Inside all the colors,your face appears
Little smiles inside all the daffodils
Whispering winds blow through
Bringing back your heart to mine.