Never Stopped Wishing
She came into the church with her eyes hung low
Not allowing any of us more than a glimpse of her well-built wall
Sat in the pew in her white dress, moving rather slow
I had an inkling of who she might be, but was not sure at all
I knew she had been through a lot, a horrible ordeal they said.
I said some prayers for her soul, but did not stop or stare
Clandescently sequestered, she looked down at the hymnal red.
I felt Jesus put a hand on my shoulder, and give me a dare.
But I was too frightened of her emotions, I felt a kind of fear.
I knew she was His child, and I wished I had been brave.
But when I looked back, she was gone, this simple sweet dear.
I shuddered as I thought of how close she had come to the grave.
One thing for sure, this encounter changed me that day.
I am much more apt to go answer Jesus’s call in the air.
Because I have never stopped wishing I had found a way
To ask her how she was doing, and let her know that I care.
Written 12-18-2020
Contest: A rhyme story poem with eyes
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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