When Paths Change

How many sorrows have I gathered from your threshold...
Your shadow settles on my wet eyelashes.
A glimpse of you before my eyes spills love's tears.

Why do those who walk beside us change their course?
Why do paths that were joined drift apart?

When paths diverge, it's easier to lose your way.
Even distant from your sight, they root themselves in the heart.
Even with the world beneath your feet, your heart beats only one name, the name of someone precious...

What more can you dare ask of God when you're afraid to ask?