No, my friends...
I’m afraid he doesn’t
At least he never has
to me
When I needed him most
he was like a ghost
At least as far
that I could see
When my soul was aching
and my heart was breaking
And my daughter was slipping
Away from me
With my hand on her brow
I said, “Lord, the time is now”
To either keep her here…
Or set her free
The silence was deafening
In response to my plea
So, Blue eyes… I’m afraid he doesn’t…
At least he didn’t… speak to me
And since that fateful day
I guess that you could say
maybe God and I, we both agreed…
at least tacitly
That since he didn’t speak then
and still does not speak to me today
That he’ll only speak to everyone…
Everyone but me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem