While I in acquiescence lie
To watch these troubled moments fly
And listen to my conscience cry.
Oh, troubled heart, be still.
To sit and watch, to hope and pray
And wait and want a better day;
To see my dear wife fade away,
I must hold on until-
Perhaps, upon some later date,
When providence has sealed the fate
That I must now sit and await;
This is a bitter pill.
Bereaved, befuddled sit here I
Devoid of laughter, scared to cry,
Confused in my attempt to try
To climb some yonder hill.
To all the wondrous powers that be,
Please walk along this road with me
Until I find serenity-
Oh, troubled heart, be still.
To all the wondrous powers that be, Please walk along this road with me Until I find serenity- Oh, troubled heart, be still. A touching poem about your wife. Very heartfelt. Goes deep. I believe your prayer has been answered. 10
A tremendous poem written with great feeling. I feel your sadness and know that you seem to be hurting. But I ask with you, oh troubled heart be still. Very good work. Your friend, Lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such profuse pouring out of passioate thoughts! ! Wonderful! !