When God Calls Me Home
I would like to spill,
What is harbored in my soul.
I would like to say,
Things that no one really knows.
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I’d apologize to you,
In a measurement beyond the stars.
For not being there with you,
Has left my soul this scar.
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I’m reminded of the heartache,
From that dreadful day.
Of an ordinary time,
When God took you away.
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I would’ve quickly taken,
The fate that you have faced.
Than to see your children suffer,
Savoring sorrows aftertaste.
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If I had straps on my shoulders,
Attached to an antique plow.
You’d see deep ruts in the earth,
From the weight I carry now.
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I’m harvesting my burdens,
In my open fields of pain.
In the drought of happiness,
Awaiting a smiling rain.
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I’ve cultivated memories,
From the 3 years you’ve been gone.
Laying on glistening blades of grass,
That I cried on sorrow’s lawn.
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I reminisce on the tears,
That only my heart knows.
Waiting for bouquets of smiles,
From the seeds I just now sowed.
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I’m sorry you faced such madness,
Without me along your side.
And things could have been better,
Perhaps you would have survived.
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I’m sorry I didn’t call you,
To distract your vivid mind.
But I replay those what if’s,
All the freakin’ time.
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No one knows my heartache,
Of not biding my goodbye.
These are things I’ve harbored,
Way down, deep inside.
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It feels like you’d still be here,
If I’d used my earthly power.
I’m sorry for not distracting you,
From your darkest hour.
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This is a poem I had to write,
To regain my inner control.
And release my encumbers,
To unburden my soul.
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You will always be my best friend,
A notion I’ll never condone.
You know I’ll await your answer,
When God calls me home.
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For Christie and Sharon's
"I'm Sorry" Contest
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
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