Who Would Resist?

The telephone rang, it was early dawn The birds were unusually silent Words came through like lightning bolts ‘Swallow me earth! My pitiful plea Scorched heart set afire! Inconsolable, I lay upon the floor With just one wish – to die! I should have known you’d be going home soon Your task here completed He called you by name and who would resist? My incessant prayers I thought were heard If I had known I would have stayed near Now this hole in my heart will not heal I yearn to feel your soft warm hands gentle upon my face Massage your tired achy feet after long hours of teaching How I miss you Mama! The times we shared Even when our wills would clash Your quiet obedient spirit against mine-quiet but so stubborn Yet you loved me in spite of all wrongs Mama, he called you by name and who would resist? Of the seven roses given to your care, two, He had already reclaimed Roland, your love of thirty-eight years had waited for you long enough The five roses left were in full bloom with new buds soon to bloom I can only imagine His voice filled with love As He softly whispered your name Tired eyes, tears filled overflowed as peace flooded your being He beckoned you with gentle words Like a Mother’s arms they embraced you His eyes said it all-you belonged to Him He called you by name and who would resist? All pain dissolved as tears fell away Through vision dim His luminous face engaged “Is it truly you?” You may have asked and to which came His reply "I am the hungry child you fed, the prisoner you visited The homeless to which you gave shelter The sick you comforted, the young man you prayed for The neighbor you treated with respect..." This one is for you Mama, for now I understand Wrapped in His arms no mortal would choose to escape He called you by name and who would resist?