Footsteps

He walked along throughout the snow,

on that cold, dark winter night.

And he demanded that he know,

why he was in this plight.

For while he talked, and mumbled,

to himself and to the stone.

About his world that crumbled,

and how he was alone.

He said “I simply do not see,

you here God, in my life.”

“I think you have forsaken me,

and left me to this strife.”

Then he turned and viewed the street,

where he had not tread on the stone.

And there a sight his eyes did greet,

which told him he was not alone.

For in that deep and darkest night,

his feelings had turned tide.

Right there upon the cold and white,

were footprints, side by side.

-BlackFox (who needed yet another short post.)

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