Hear Me O Lord
H is breath was growing shallow, as the
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil
M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim
O ffended by death’s effrontery, she
L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.
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Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2010