I will, of course, be one
who listens to you, God.
Let not my past be proof
all to the contrary; it is
a selfish wish, you knew,
but I am human, God, I wish
you gave me just a bit of time,
a bit of love and your compassion.
I want her safe again, and full
of health and much vitality.
So could you do this or perhaps
your son, by name of Jesus,
so familiar to us, would he be near?
He'd heal her lungs and fix those valves,
inside her beating heart, he'd do it all
without man's pills and potions,
without the constant drip, and I would be
a model human for you, as you can surmise.
I know, when I was small I'd do the same,
call upon you to bail me out, to swoop
and to protect as well as change
things as they were, to suit my current plans.
If I forgot to honour any pledges, Sir,
I shall be good for double, you can bet on that.
And if you missed me on those Sundays,
churches aren't my thing, your house of God is
what they say but it is you I need the most,
and I do need your intervention more than life.
Very powerful and selfless. I hope your prayer is heard and answered. How could anyone reject this soulfelt plea? Some things are just out of our hands, but it doesn't hurt to believe in miracles. Linda
Sweetheart, you are in my thoughts now more than ever and I have every faith that she will be ok. A beautifully composed and heart-wrenching piece which I know comes from a currently desperate-feeling heart. Hugs. t x
Raw pain stretching beyond the hope of man and medicine. A painful yet beautiful poem. S :)
Plaintive and heartfelt Herb - I hope someone else is reading and listening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am in awe H for the time you have given me with your mind on more immediate matters I wish you well and may your prayers be answered Chris