You tell me God is dancing in the rain
The greyness is comforting, bittersweet, familiar. Is the awareness of the longing itself the meaning? Is there an object for the longing? Is the longing the subject? What is beyond the longing? Where is the between of the longing? “A Lonely Voice” – October Project I keep looking back A lifetime back Across the desert In a desert where no one can explain You tell me God is dancing in the rain I can hear the echo In a maze…