My Confidant...My Friend.
I think I was a happy child yet wish I had more joy
In things that mattered most to this little heart of mine.
An ear to listen to my woes and comfort me when sad
but this I did not get from my loving mom and dad.
As a child I could not speak of things that mattered most
Parents did not have time to talk nor share a child’s concerns.
My hopes and fears stayed bottled up in an over burdened heart
filled with questions I feared to ask.
At the tender age of six I found a lifelong friend
And every year since then I shared my thoughts with Him
He never turned his back on me nor lay a scolding hand.
I talked to Him in innocence blaming Him for everything.
Yet in many ways He showed He cared
though I don’t remember thanking Him
for the good days we shared
But I remember blaming him when I was sad or mad.
I talked about the way He let me suffer hurts in vain
friends should stick together I’d say..through thick and thin
I swore at Him if I stomped my toe or bruised my little knees
And since I could not hear His reply I’d utter words
like these.
You know I am disappointed you let me down my friend
I thought you loved me too.
Why would you let a friend be hurt I wouldn’t do the same to you.
Yet despite all the cruel things I said He remained my
steadfast friend.
He probably shook His head in wonder every time I swore
Or blamed Him, for not standing up for me a little more.
Did I but know that hardship was His way of making me
spiritually strong, ready to face whatever hardship came along.
He speaks to me with words and signs I cannot now ignore
The older I grow I understand His way even more.
He comforts me every day blessing me in many ways
Thank you God for being forever,
my confidante … my friend.
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007
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