James Faulkner Poet Narrative

Random Woman's "amen"

Random woman’s “Amen” in the hall.

She whispered Amen to the unknown.
Not like the irrelevant chants within congregation.
Nor was it to gain another’s approval.
It was barely audible, yet mighty enough to move my soul.
It was the kind Amen that actually made it to heaven.
God would grin from its genuine sincerity. 
The Amen was a synopsis  of all her struggles and gratitude.
The winds gave way for such beauty. 
I felt like a blessed thief stealing the moment within the corner of the almost desolate room.
The word, the sincerity, the tranquility within her “amen” did something that day.
Dam they don’t make em like that anymore.
.....Amen...... only if you knew

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Poet Destroyer A September 29, 2013 at 10:23 AM James, Congratulations, :)on having your poem Featured on the Soups Home Page.... enjoy your coming week. always~ LINDA

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 8, 2009 at 10:25 AM Amen! Beautifully expressed insight. Thank you for your comments,too.

Lena Townsend April 3, 2009 at 11:12 PM This is a wonderful picture of the depth of your spirit. You share your true self in this write. So much faith and love live within your soul. Great write. Smiles from Lolita

Sandra Hudson April 3, 2009 at 5:48 PM Twas poetic scripture when she spoke, the more she said, the less we broke, entitled us to hear once more, the lessons learned from long before. My grandmother used to re-tell fables in her parlor chair. I can still hear her voice. Many thanks for allowing us to read your mind.-Always Alexandra