Whispers of Love
The local priest asked me to pray
I did but I had doubt
For a while I lost my way
and I was holding out .
For me there could be no relenting
I had yet to learn how to grieve
There could be no repenting
because I had ceased to believe .
I was angry and hurting
and to my eternal shame
From the truth I won't be skirting
Even the good lord got the blame.
In my mothers house feeling sorry for myself
Sorting through the things that charities might sell
I reached up to the cupboards top shelf
and my mum's favourite CD fell.
Then and there on the radio
I heard her favourite hymn '' how great thou art ''
Why I started to cry i'll never know
but I opened up my heart .
In the car on my way home
Tears streaming down my face
That hymn now played for me alone
The good Lord I once more embrace .
I know my mother is happy in her new residency
and is now an angel in heaven high above
To me that song was her sending me
The whispering of a mothers love .
I've opened my heart and found my way
Though I admit I'm just a man
but now when I kneel down to pray
I know the Good Lord understands.
By Darren Watson
01/04/2014
For the Whispers of love contest.
Sponsor . Gail Angel Doyle.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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