tavira

her streets are empty
and dark and cold
yet the tile and cobblestone
hold stories untold
we walked through the ruins
of old castle walls
and listened--so softly--
to the sounds when night falls
this country, this place,
this beautiful land
is enchanting, yet haunting
all made from His hand
wide wonder inside me
is countered with fear
that not many know Him
who call it "home" here
and yet this He knows
and yet this He sees
yet one day, oh some day
they'll fall to their knees.


H