A letter to God
By Sharon Maria Moemise
Dear God, please accept my now crumpled letter
Wherein I ask Thee for a life that is so much better
from the one I've been tossed into for far too long
where all that is good and right is but sold for a song
I have a few questions for thee as well dear Lord
Which I hope will make me wiser, if a response I afford
Why, dear Lord, do innocent babies bear the horrible brunt
of the blows adults throw when it is thee they do affront?
Why, dear God, do people get away with heinous crime
and satan enter the lives of the young at the promise of a dime
Where the weak suffer and the stronger only get stronger
and make the believers in God have doubt in their Redeemer?
Dear Lord our God, I thank You, for another year to my life
Allowing me to embrace all toward which I strive
For bestowing possibilities and chances galore
and making my view on life better than before
I'm grateful, Lord, to feel heavy rain on my dry skin
For hearing my payers as I beg forgiveness for my sins
And have the rays of Summer's heat beat upon me
From thy forever faithful servant, and true I always be.
A true conversation with God. very deeply spelt in every meaningful way! ! Why is it so Poet.. It is immaculate! ! thanks for sharing..10+++++++!
A very deep and well-written poem, Maria. You have expressed some really pertinent questions. You may be interested to know that Judith Blatherwick once wrote a poem of the same title, and I wrote a poem in reply. Unfortunately, hers has been removed I think. Mine is there under the title Letter from Landlord to tenant.
Thank you, Laurie. I will search for your poem and I'm sure to enjoy reading it.
Yes, I have had the privilege of reading both these poems. Both the poems were unique in their own right but yours was an extraordinary piece of writing.
A very humble and sublime prayer seeking 'forgiveness for my sins' and also save children of the world from untold torture inflicted upon them by evil forces. Thanks. ....a life that is so much better from the one I've been tossed into for far too long
I like the line, I'm grateful, Lord, to feel heavy rain on my dry skin For hearing my payers as I beg forgiveness for my sins. Thanks for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why, dear God, do people get away with heinous crime and satan enter the lives of the young at the promise of a dime Where the weak suffer and the stronger only get stronger...such a fine prayer from a dedicated and devout heart.. this is real which comes from the heart. so one should pray. liked ur prayer very very much dear poetess. tony
Thank you, Tony. You're too kind