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Who Would Listen

No one would listen when I said,
“Why does Daddy hate me?”

No one would listen when I said,
“That bad man tried to touch me

No one would listen when I said,
“I was deeply saddened and needed help!”

My broken demeanor spoke volumes 
but no one cared enough to listen.

God wouldn’t listen when my broken voice 
Spoke loudly pleading to take away my brother’s 
Cancer as he suffered so terribly.

God wouldn’t listen to my broken voice
Shrouded with pain, when I asked for strength
As I struggled with the heartache of losing my
Beloved brother.

The loss of my brother’s life left me 
Shuddering alone in silence.

Who will listen, here, no one but  
When I am face to face with God  
I pray He will forgive my failings. 
My greatest hope is to rejoin my Brother 
in Heaven with all wounds healed, 
Joy in our hearts and restored as God’s 
Children who we always were but  
wouldn’t listen.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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