Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

God Has Many Reputations

A haunting house voice
 remained in her mind,
and the spirit cries
 echoed in silence,
as the child dies.
Her soul sits in the dark,
poetic reflections, and sentiments
seem to slowly disappear,
along with it, the suffering and the fear,
her father losing faith in God,
as he paced slowly in the other room,
feeding the sadness,
and feeding the gloom,
tightening and un-tightening his aching arm,
he carried his daughter all night long,
trying to show strength,
trying to be strong.
God has many reputations,
A Saint when the sick lives,
A Demon when the sick dies,
nothing in between,
 and no credit when he tries.
The father’s nerves on edge,
as he strode out of the morgue,
gladly leaving that chilly room,
and the child’s soul asks God,
“ My father says there are no Angels in the sky,
to watch over him, is that true,
 I really want to know why?”
The simplest question almost slipped by,
so God replied,
“ You were the apple in his eyes,
now you’re his Angel in the sky.”

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Judy Riley January 15, 2009 at 2:01 PM Wow, this brings out the emotion, very heartfelt poem, and yes it is a time when we question God. A friend once told me, some people (children mostly) are too good for the earth, but they have to come down to get a soul. I aways thought that was a beautiful way to try to understand why children have to die. Sad but beautiful poem. Judy Riley