Finding God

Simple, yet profound words like, "I found God.  Things are going to be different." are suppose to make all the difference?  Rub all the hurt away, the lies, the stealing-gone. Just memories.  You do not know just how much I want to believe.  I hang onto the hope that this time will be different.

A storm approaches.  The air feels cooler and the rain begins to drum.  Water renews, refreshes the spirit.  This storm will pass.  This I know to be true.  Knowing that your storm will pass and fade into the folding of the years, will help this mother rest easier.  Perhaps, I need to continue my search for God.  That may save both of us.