Shh Quiet Poem by James Casey

Shh Quiet

I listen quietly to the pleas of mothers,
Wives, sisters, lovers and others
They tell their tales of so long ago
The loss of those they loved ever so.

Fearing some where they were left behind.
Imploring hearts always quick to remind,
Those tear stained pillows are all that remain,
For love never shrinks nor fades in vain.

Searching for ears in this our promised land.
My heart hears their pleas as I hold their hand
I can't help but cry, for their stories touch me.
Tales of loves taken away so abruptly

Many are crying softly deep inside,
For those who were loved, then tossed aside.
I'm just hoping that in some small way,
To quietly helped them along that day.

All though my efforts be they small
Some beauty may shine forth in us all.
Just so they don't give up on love nor man.
There's a purpose in Gods heavenly plan

Casey HM3 1966