April - NaPoWriMo - 19

When darkness grows
When dreams slow down
To drops
and ticking clocks

When shadows bleed away
The words you want to say
To me

When all you’ve ever heard is lost
In all you’ve wished and haven’t got
When hopes become betrayal’s cost
And anger’s sudden hurt is all you see

When time won’t play your song no more
Nor sing your tune
So sore
Your heart
That’s when I’ve prayed for you

Bright sunshine startles with its light
Until the night’s
Awake

You say “Guess what” then I remember
God
Has always answered
And
His plan’s worked out okay

Written for ReadWritePoem #19 sudden realization of the truth, inspired by startling answers to recent prayer

Comments

Marianne said…
Powerful poem, Sheila!
April 19, 2010 at 6:50 PM
Alina said…
Words of great comfort. Thank you!
April 20, 2010 at 5:58 AM
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