In Faith

When she raises her voice
To the indifferent moon
How does the wolf know
If her lament has been heard?
Could not the wind pluck
The plume from her jaws
And gleefully scatter it
Over the barren tundra;
Her soulful wailing reduced
To a mere whispering wind?
The bitter cold at her back,
The creature silently retreats.
She refuses to dwell
On such dismal thoughts.
Instead, she just believes.

© Debbie Wilk

Daddy's Little Girl

A little girl sits on a bench.
A handmade card in her hand.
She waits there in the frilly dress
she donned special just for him.
Today she asked mommy
to brush her hair and tie it up
in two pretty red ribbons.
Each time the door opens
she perks up just a little,
searching the passing strangers
as they quickly hasten by.
Not one glances her way.
Not one says a single word.
After a while, the smile disappears
and the light fades from her eyes.
She slumps her shoulders
and lowers her gaze to the floor.
She waits one more minute
before standing up and walking away.
The card slips from her tiny fingers
and falls to her feet unread.
Too young to understand why
but she knows how she feels.
Happy Father’s day, she whispers
to a daddy who just doesn’t care.

© Debbie Wilk

Take My Hand

Take my hand,
And let me show you
A place you've never been.

A place where
Time does not exist,
Life takes on a new meaning.
Where nothing else matters
Except you and me.

A simple smile illuminates
The soul with an intensity
Greater than the multitude
of stars in the heavens.

A mere glimpse into the
Depths of my eyes will
Quench your thirst far better
Than all the oceans of the world.

The slightest brushing of
Skin on skin will ignite
The flame of passion hotter
Than you have ever felt.

Do not be afraid.
Just take my hand,
And let me show you
My heart.

© Debbie Wilk