A Poem by P.K. Winterway — The World of P.K. Winterway
Introducing the debut from the newest author to grace your soul: The Whitehill Ghostwritermedium.com I sit on my knees with God’s earth gracing me below,
The slow, determined pelt of tears that melt into my clothes
As I face the slab of stone alone, clothed and betrothed
In solitude, sanctified, yet solemn —
Filled with sorrow, yet singing for more,
For peace, the quiet of my soul, to…