Prayers For The Faithful Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

The sun peeps through the blinds covering the window....
Daylight comes with little to cheer.
Warmth invades the room, as your body starts to glow...
Your hands, your feet all so dear.

The cold hard steel stirs to life, as noise engulfs the air...
Your bed shudders, you lay still.
I follow with my shaking hands your soft matted hair...
And pray to strengthen your will.

The day wears on and on, I slowly come undone
The warmth has escaped you.
Without a single sound my love, your soul has gone
They have come to claim you.

Its been days and days, and weeks and weeks...
And months of bitter pain.
And still your soul I desperately seek...
But all I find is rain.

My mind is flooded with thoughts of you and only you...
Laying in that filthy bed.
Where you spent your last days with me, and my soiled tissues...
Crying with so much unsaid.

If you could only here the words I uttered to your ear...
The prayers and the poems.
The hour long novenas and the muffled sound of tears...
You replied with only sputum.

How I longed for your words to fill the room once more...
But nothing ever came.
Your voice, your sweet sounding voice I had so adored...
Your mouth would not exclaim.

To this day I pray, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears...
And you are long gone.
Mourning and weeping in this valley of tears...
I sing to you this song.