I was sure by now, that you would have reached out

and wiped my tears away

stepped in to save the day.

once again, I say amen,

and it's still raining.

as the thunder roars, I barely hear, you whisper through the rain,

I'm with you.

as your mercy falls,

I raise my hands to praise the god who gives,

and takes away.

I'll praise you in this storm

Today's easter sunday. but similar to the night on good friday, I dont feel anything much today.

the sermon touched a part of me, the debater. he answered questions I've asked myself, wait, not so much of answer them, as to, divert my attention to what he claims are more pressing issues.

I'm still thinking. still unsure of my faith, but I hope to be.

because when I am, I'll be able to answer questions that the others have. I refuse to believe that I am one of a kind asking these kind of questions, just perhaps others dont ask them out loud, because it sounds like challenging authority.

on the other hand,

I'm getting pretty used to being alone, and I enjoy my sundays. because I purposely walk for six busstops through the park to get to the bus, and I'm truly alone with myself.

maybe I may never find peace again this entire week, but I'll treasure that spark of alone I get once a week.

I'm still walking through the storm that's school, but I have umbrellas that help to break the impact, and I'll make it through.