a poem
Submitted by somertyme on Sat, 2008-03-01 11:32
My daughter.
the child that came to me
as a gift
as a burden
not of my flesh
but of my heart
I labored
not from my body
but from my soul
to bring life
to your wounded heart
Comforting, holding,
listening, praying
laughing, crying
years upon years
upon years ...
And now you are gone.
free from this cage
of love and protection
that stifled your need
to live life on the edge.
You say you'll be back
And your voice sounds so certain
that reason cannot pierce
the walls you erected
to keep out the truth.
Asking everyone out there for your prayers...
londijoy says:
But I'm crying with you. Been specifically praying for you all the last two weeks, though I don't know the details, and hadn't read your poem yet. May God sustain you. May the daughter of your heart hear God's beckoning. Leonda George
Palawan, Philippines
NoBlesseOblige says:
Praying for you and yours Somer.
somertyme says:
Things have gotten even worse than we thought. Please continue to pray.
bzealous says:
I meant to tell you today at church, but I've been praying for you all regarding this. I can't even begin to imagine your heartbreak. She will not forget what you have taught her; she will not lose what you've given her. I thank God that you were able to be such an intimate part of her life as long as you were...but now, we pray.
Christina