I am a wish a prayer from mortals lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love
So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose
And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see
For I am your child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer - away.
Author: Elaine George
I had a dream that there appeared to me
a little girl whose hands I touched were silk.
Her tender eyes belied the purity
of angels, and her skin was white as milk.
She said, “In your despair, I heard your call
for comfort, which I’ve come to bring to you.
My hands do not look strong, for they are small,
but used in prayer, there’s much that they can do.”
Before me, in the darkness of that night,
with palms upturned, she gently closed her eyes,
and as she prayed, I saw a stream of light
shine down with myriads of butterflies.
I woke most splendidly refreshed in bed
to see a monarch flutter near my head.
Written 12/20/13 by Andrea Dietrich
and Based on Visual #7 in nette onclaud's WITH THESE HANDS Contest
A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer
Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!
I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this time her cooking didn't flop!
And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.
I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.
A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer
Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.
I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .
Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!
And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.
A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer
I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.
I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den. Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.
I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!
Bless Mom and Dad. The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!
For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"
If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke
If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find
If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity
I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...
--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)
**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)....it's looking better now, thank you!!
again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)
This morning on my knees again, I lift
You up in prayer, love. Beg God his care
For you, to make the laboring day swift
Balm your weary flesh, and deny your fear
I told him bathe you in the fount of youth
Clothe you with the silk of grace, and make it
In purple color, jewel you with truth
And bring you to my heart, resplendent lit.
Queen of my soul, fair bride of all my dreams
I can but in prayer near you be found
Prayer makes small the world though large it seems
God omnipresent make heaven like ground
And love across the gulf of distant miles
Embrace our two hearts in kisses and smiles.
Have you read your text again as I plead
Did you parse it line by line, drank its faith
And yield renewed with every verse you read
Saw that agate sweeter than opiate
Upon the tongue, the promise spoken there
And shall you soon enlarge your tent's domain
Castling your dreams and dancing on your care
The Bible is God's truth, never treat it vain.
It says from the beginning a man was made
For you, and that I must not be alone
From you, nor sundered by human charade
From the flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
In its pages I see our sure happiness
The success of our dream, your loveliness.
"Who can find a virtuous woman," Lord,
Is this a question to me? I found
The only one, a diamond, rough and hard
Abused by others, and oft tossed around
The fools never knew her worth, but you gave
Me eyesalve, shone your light and let me see
The splendor uncut, her light's purest wave
The inner sparkle of the heart - the sea
Of crystals tender for love's symphony
Let them seek now in vain to answer thee
I have joy, no price can match in value
Nor worth exceed, for her, Lord, I thank you
Beautiful flowers come from common seed
The brightest rose was once a seeming weed.
(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)
When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell of raindrop pelts on dry terrain;
our windshield wipers sing a break-dance song
cocooned within a vacuum too arcane
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.
Yet now we join our neighbors’ glum refrain
to pray for moisture measured to prolong;
our plants show wilted heads bent down in pain
while air, intense with heat, forecasts a fire.
As angels whisper crimson, blue and green,
the earth greens up as winter hides again,
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.
Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.
Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.
Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.
Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.
“I had a dream!” those faithful words of old
Once rocked the nation right to its dark core
Never had one had a dream so bold
So flagrant that no one could ignore
Nobody thought that the dream could come true
Mixing colors what an absurd belief!
Black and white equal? What a concept new!
For some if brought fear, for others relief
Many years later a rainbow is here
The world a canvas of brilliant shades
Becoming this way through trials and tears
And fervent prayer and God given aide.
How joyous life is when we put race aside
And pursue our dreams so in peace we’ll abide!
Be not forgotten faith that bids me stay
When darkened hours come bringing heavy rain
Flood waters ominous rising delays
Foreboding storm cease or I'll go insane
In selfish pity I could lose my way
Controlled by circumstance not dreams I've prayed
Be not caught up in struggles of this day
And miss the joy and passion of plans laid
Rise my soul hear the whisper of His voice
He'll calm the storm and waters will recede
You'll cross dry land so let your heart rejoice
You had faith to stand and now to proceed
So stay the course your treasured promise land
Find your child your awesome little man
*This is a poem about seeking (hunting) and reclaiming a childlike faith to believe!
Contest: Hunt for a Sonnet Gems & Seven Stones in the Crown
Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.
Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.
Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.
Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
You are the beauty loved exquistely
Though absence strains with pain an anxious heart.
My spirit speaks, in lone soliloquy,
Grand passion's pleaful prayer we never part.
I stand enchanted with the gift of soul
Embedded deep inside my essence by your kiss
So filled with light of love it made me whole,
Exchanging emptiness for bounty's bliss.
A paradise profound in you I found
When dawn broke new that day you set me free
From all addictions to which I was bound;
Your love did save then gave life ecstasy.
You are the scent of lavender in spring;
A songbird's song sung softly on the wing.
Oh mother, dear mother, come make my bed,
for the sun grows tired and has lost its shine;
come bless the place where I will lay my head,
surround it with angels, all that’s divine.
Oh mother, dear mother, come bar the door,
count the slow clock's chime as shadows descend.
Eve's breeze is now listless, birds sings no more,
all the land lays in silence , till night ends.
Oh mother, dear mother, sing me to sleep,
drown the foul voice of fears infestation;
let us join strength, to one another keep,
safe here in your care, and consolation.
Dear father, please protect us through the night,
save us from all harm, till dawn brings us light
Night is the time
That crawls in like
It is full of activities
That we celebrate
Night it is that
All evils in the mind
of all that labours
Killings and kidnaps
that are watertight
Are done secretly by
men in the night.
Machinations of any
Are done in the night
to the heart's
Thence, I call on the
Stay awake for a
part of the night
Even if the most
Disturbeth thee. And
say a prayer not
loose but tight!!!
Thoughts of you fill my mind, love
You’re always a part of my passion
When we are apart I’m reminded of a dove
Who has drifted too far from its companion
I miss you more with each passing moment
Sleep will not come for the longing of you
Love so deep and true is akin to an ailment
Your heart and soul are everything I knew
When we have the chance to be together again
There is no doubt that my heart will beat with bliss
For so many months I have only used my pen
To speak to you with all the dreams I miss
Without you here with me, my dear love
My prayers for you reach the heavens above
Written on July 29th, 2014
For: Fill up a Scroll! - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
Oh my Lord, Oh my souL
Hear me, Hear this song
Angels will sing along
Hear us, Hear this song
God, You are great
You are my faith
Never, You're late
In every life's door
You are our splendor
To You, we're here for
On the heavens, You stretch
On waters, You don't fret
On winds, You don't fled
We bless Your name
We Glorify Your name
We lift Your name
---------->>> to God always be the glory
I was inspired by Psalm 104: 1-3.. From this, these thoughts sprouted...
jan. 20, 2014
A midnight pearl awakes me from my slumberous sleep
Deep within my psyche a waking poem begins to creep
Climbing from my earth bound mind the words begin to seep
Many have said, beware my dreams, as strange things have oft been released
Last week bespoke a volcano demon that rained embers upon our house
A storm devil once arose, attempting to carry off our old farmhouse
This week I feel the energy of an earthquake god, as he tries to venture forth
Our basement trolls, him perchance to rebury, are traveling to war henceforth
But they had truly best hurry, for I tell thee we are out of time
Still amidst the darkest, deepest, black of times, a light can begin to shine
Verily I swear, this night a candle will be lite, to shine upon this rhyme
For I will evoke the will of God, with prayer most sublime
Therefore, pray a prayer oh so sweet, like a garland to lie upon our heads
Thus to bespeak, I awake beside my love, with romantic sonnets to be led
CSEastman: Contest- Midnight Pearl
Above these trees towering
Above these deep blue seas
Above these clouds soaring
Above these mortal fears
Beyond these steep mountains
Beyond these battered slopes
Beyond these wasted plains
Beyond these shattered hopes
Through these shifting shadows
Through these darkening days
Through these shuttered windows
Through these dim lit doorways
Triune God, hear me pray
Let my people find their way.
O God, the pangs are crushing body, soul
And spirit—working deaths where sunlight fades—
My arms are trunks of pain and taking toll,
While tortures, stings, and sickness hauntly raids
To close the Gates of Hell to shut me in,
And heaven bows to greet while Hades seeks
To send The Reaper with his failing grin.
And illness ruins lives while havoc wreaks
The squalored throes of daily living on—
While body wastes away and breath remains
To sing your dirge while I still carry on…
Like trampling cattle trodding broken frame,
I live between the sunshine and the grave—
Like flowers cut and dying in the vase
Faith has infiltrated one sweet soul,
As life riddled with sin and stain thereof,
Emancipation for the spirit being,
Sought in prayer salvation showed freedom.
Through turbulence and heart ache strength is born,
As holy light beams guide the wicked home,
Faith achieves the answers in the heart,
Surrendered to the God of Heaven and Earth.
When all else fails some simple words will do,
As lovely candlelight flows a request,
A pure soul understands that time will show,
Faith carries on the wings of angel mist.
Faith contains the keys to mysteries,
Reward in eternal mansions beyond the clouds,
The presence of His Light forevermore,
Satisfies the hungry heart, sweet soul, deep mind.
My theme in this contest is Faith.
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.
Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.
You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa
Everlasting as the ocean is blue in the sunny sky my heart constantly is asking for answers revealed to me why. However it may seem from yesterday or even last year, tomorrow is never something that I can expectedly see clear. For friends, my family, my children, or some i've loved a little too much, I must apologize dearly for not being openly in touch. Some things can't wait, when others really can, I figured out the hard way things work out better un-planned. Me today looking back over twenty years I can't even imagine how much i've avoided the understood tears. Anyone can say that someone else should do this or that, but it takes someone with humility to wipe their own shoes on the mat. Darkness surrounds me, no sun shining now, but i won't let the void blackness drench the stars left un-found. Plenty have been where you regrettably are now, just don't let your pride determine whether or not you leave the ground. Listen to nothing if your intuition strikes a spark because that's the only advice you'll need and that's straight from your heart. Rapid and steady the water shall flow once you finally get all your little ducks in a row. High and mighty is probably a term you've once heard, the only things that should carry this description i'd say would be our God or a bird. This system we call our order is nothing more than a big ego, tell me why is this so, tell me why can't we have some say so! Too many questions linger on in my mind. So many times I wish life could rewind. Someday we will finally work out our individual glitches, until that day, the only way, is through prayer and not just wishes.
It sprung sprouting new growth up inside of me a few days ago.
I began to get antsy and fancied a pinch snatching up my hair.
And Lord behold this is rare to see my eyes flaring as I do stare.
So am I seeing what I am supposed to see stricken into a glow?
I have a life you know so take a sniff, sneeze, or just blow.
Oh! So now you snare but who cares when you are not fair?
Oh! So now you share a jest prayer to spread every where?
It seems to jump from you to me steadied by a lifelong flow.
I am all beside my lovely self,
Up in the air my breath will do.
Grounded in a story within itself,
Flowing I am to me as I am to you.
Already I am an abundant over achiever,
So now, I am running wild with spring fever.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Serenity Prayer my flashlight through life
life at times can be very confusing
and troubles can cut you just like a knife
true serenity can end suffering
staying straight on the right course is too hard
too many variables are in the way
sometimes it’s hard for me to leave the yard
unfortunately I can’t run away.
I’m a prisoner because of my word
maybe I’m making mountains from mole hills
doesn’t like the use of my vocal chord
control freaks don’t really bring me much thrills
ever since mom all the women the same
is this life of mine just one awful game?
When I fall sick I found the importance of my sound body.
Otherwise I ignored my practice to live with the hard treatments.
When you punched me I cried with pain and prayer for mercy hints.
Please forgive me oh lord Christ my soul is yours but little moody.
My mind is worshipper of devil. my evil spirit speaks loudly.
I know I run for my benefit never care who is dying thirsty,
I know I killed the appetite of a human open the fire with cursety.
I never thought of your chase I walked fast to hide face with hoody.
So nobody can identify the task that I killed innocence of children.
Raped women for my fun. never encounter that i committed sin.
I'm warrior fighting for my nation got a certificate to exploit others,
I 'll be honoured with these achievements if I harass my brothers.
My actions are appreciable and acknowledged for further study,
A community's progress is based on references you know buddy.
That the brilliance of your majestic ways
and fire that burns from your white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy you give to him that prays
for pious ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give heaven renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted by Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ removes the Serpent's deadly fangs!
World Christmas And New Year Emergency Prayer P1
I f you think i am crazy when writing this poem,
This is your rescue, believers and non believers,
In the name of Jesus, the Savior and the Lord,
From this day of 2014-November-05 South Africa standard time,
I am sending this fire of the Holly spirit to the whole world,
At the intersections, Interchanges, Bridges, Four-way junctions, T Junctions all kinds of road shapes,
To burn and destroy all the fake designs, webs and nets of the darkness,
The design made to destroy or injure the livers of the whole world,
And i am replacing all the evil tricks with the blood of Jesus,
And i am soaking all the world roads with blood of Jesus and protecting them with fire
To all the island, coasts and beaches i send fire,
And i am changing all the liquids and waters of the world into the blood of Jesus,
And i am sending spears of fire to all the evil meetings of the world,
To disarm and disperse the enemies and destroy all their powers in Jesus name,
To destroy all their tools forever in Jesus name,
To all gatherings of the world i am sending the Angels in Jesus name,
To arrest all the evil spirits and tricks and expose them in Jesus name,
I speak drying and healing of every sickness and wound of the world in Jesus name,
I am sending solution to every problem and difficulties in Jesus name,
I am changing every mountain of the world into the body of Jesus,
And i am sending Holly Ghost wind to blow away all the tools of the darkness and communication,
Holly Ghost wind, sweep and throw them into the bottomless pit,
And i am sending Fire Holly Ghost into the mouth of world devil worshippers and vampires,
And i say nomore human blood and flesh in Jesus name, your stomach will go thirsty,
All places known for accidents i speak life, protection and peace in Jesus name,
I am sending endless power of Holly spirit to protect every innocent soul in this world,
I am minimising all the powers and communication of darkness into zeros (0)
In Jesus name,
Praise the Lord..
Denied by a child’s interruptions, sleep
hoodwinks from heavy stars, spurns my invites.
Exhaustion bleeds me dry while hours creep,
No chilled belladonna nor quill of midnight.
Restless from less rest, I mentally pace
But words fall flat, truth, they all fall flat,
And each white page turns, does an about face,
They’ve spotted a mind too blank for combat.
A thousand lines hide from a drained pen
and yet mothers know life’s priorities,
We give of our time until all is spent
on love, leaving us fulfilled yet empty.
My girl stole a heart then inspiration,
So verse pouts, awaits her maturation.
** Please, if you read this, send a smile or a nod or even a prayer or a "It'll get better! Hang in there, Mom" I need a rally ... my battery isn't low. It's dead.
We war not against flesh and blood
But do battle in the heavenly realm
For the battle is in spirit
And on earth the victory is found.
The prayers of the humble
Are heard upon high
Dispatching the angels
To take up the fight
The battle is won when we become
Focused on the kingdom to come
And the will of the father to be done
On earth as it is in heaven
For those who are humble and meek
Will find what they seek.
“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”
— Proverbs 25:11 KJV
Break forth in song my dearest love—you have
been chosen for the grace of God to prove
—of what is right and what is wrong—a stave
well wondrous given to your heart—will move
the mountains in your way like garments rent,
to breathe in hope—your eyes will see the truth
in faithful words of love—through heaven sent,
so rare—The Word of God will see us through;
flood waters and the flames may turn to dust.
Our sorrows deep will wander far away;
the songs of desert goats unheard—so must
we toil and worry through the lightened day?
He’ll never leave us nor forsake us—sends
a promise through The Cross which never ends.
Yes last night I cried out, for every little disaster feared,
Tormenting my soul as it‘ll be there someday soon,
I have shed every tear already, of what future beholds,
Inner self craved to depart, but a coward behind the eyes didn’t let me,
Can YOU not Lord bring me up there?
So I don’t have to face what I fear,
What possibly waits to be seen …
Oh please I’m breaking every night already,
Have mercy n set me free,
They say He gives man the sorrow,
Only of what he is capable to deal,
Except You Lord, all I have is them,
So I say by myself, assert,
I can’t, just bring me up there…
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
No one to hold, leave home I had been told
A parent teen who lives in Bordesley Green
It was so cold only sixteen years old
No nicotine, no partner to be seen.
And Social Service, made me quiet nervous
They served me gruel for lunch with arsenic punch
An arrogant crevice with no justice
They sit with evil stench in selfish trench.
Purse in pocket at the supermarket
With a prayer to above in search of love
Find a packet of hope for my basket
My faith soon leaves of dreams, a soul lost dove.
I am not free to be what I may be
Community, prejudged, excluded me.
Oh great courtesan of ancient Athens
Remove your cloths and step into the sea.
Astound the hearts of men and women,
A divine answer to all prayer and plea.
The King of Lydia sought out your grace,
But for all his wealth you found him loathsome.
He enslaved his people to pay your price,
Yet to Diogenes' mind: You succumb!
The great mysteries did you dare profane,
Disrobing yourself you gained acquittal.
You rebuilt the walls and attached your name.
Sculptors, thinkers, all found you sensual.
Oh great paramour! Were you around today.
I now wonder what I would have to pay.
I lost my first thought in the morning
I lost my prayer in the night
I lost the only joy of living
I lost the direction of my life
I lost what eased troubles of the day
I lost what gave weekends most pleasure
I lost what is constant in yesterdays
I lost what was to be the future
I lost confidence in my ways
I lost the swagger in my walk
I lost what parts all colors from gray
I lost whom I loved most
I lost you.
Here in silence there is no single voice;
No sound but trees that whisper to the ground
And touch the soul with spiritual embrace.
Here in silence a heart can sing, rejoice
In beauty that shines from natural ground
And echoes love we share with Mother Earth,
In ev’ry flower eyes can glimpse her grace.
Here in silence a prayer can make its choice,
A soul that lost its way at last is found
Because I saw the beauty in her face,
Here in silence the moment of rebirth,
My heart began to beat, I came alive.
It’s in her love I feel both joy and mirth
And know there is nothing I’ll not survive!
“The fate of individual human beings may not now be connected in a deep way with the rest
of the universe, but the matter out of which each of us is made is intimately tied to the
processes that occurred immense intervals of time and enormous distances in space away
from us. Our Sun is a second- or third-generation star. All of the rocky and metallic
materials we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, and the carbon in
our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interiors of a red giant star. We are
made of star-stuff.”
I am a scion of the Milky Way
Wholly unique to the highest degree.
My soul is as old as light-years away
My provenance stems from cosmic debris.
I need not religion to guide my life
My quintessence antedates mankind’s creeds.
The brief time walking beneath starlit nights
Imbue my soul more than mankind’s prayer beads.
Every thought, all that I am is akin
To these heavenly designers birthplace
The very essence, my soul within
Began eons in interstellar space.
Knowing who I am and where I came from
Is a greater joy than what I’ve become.
Because the sun shines, I feel the warmth of hope
Through cold and biting winds, I see the signs
And know the sleeping Earth returns to life.
I stare past trails left by icicle ropes
On to the horizon where Spring reclines
In waiting for an end to Winter’s strife.
And when I gaze into my crystal ball
I see my silver Lady dancing there
A spark within the Winter’s darkest hour
And in her love once more, I’m standing tall
I know there is no reason to despair
As life returns from death within her pow’r.
Oh Lady hear my prayer once more tonight
And grant me peace within your holy light.
Most of us at one time or another take this marriage vow. At the time it is usually a rote
recitation because we are young and our attention is on other imminent matters. And that's
the way it should be. Nevertheless, if we remain married and outlive a spouse we are faced
with the same thoughts, doubts, questions and helplessness as the man in the following
poem. Verse 14 he does the only thing he can do to express his love for her before the
casket is closed.
She laid upon a cold and stony bier
within an open coffin lined with silk.
She didn't look the same: Her face appeared
to have an ashen color,white as milk.
In life her comely facial features glowed
a lovely roseate. but now she is dead.
Forever gone from me. My head is bowed
in prayer and sadness all around. I dread
the coming years without her next to me.
Is life important anymore?, I asked
myself. Her love is still alive but she
is motionless before me with the mask
of death and delicately folded hands.
I gently touched her golden wedding band.