Whisper a Prayer

Windows break as fog burst through, drawing
unanswered questions from aching hearts.

All that can be done is to whisper a prayer
through misty moments of luminous stillness.

Love’s spirit is not easy to see always being
poured out with a continuous flow to soothe.

Layered pieces of broken glass, splintered,
scattered across fields of glimmering green.

Words from the old bluesman ring true,
“He will be with you until the deal goes down.”

Death’s sting is final on earth; love rises beyond

what can be precieved, forever without end.

All that can be done is to whisper a prayer

through misty moments of luminous stillness.

Comments

MD Brauer, MD said…
A nice take on a grim subject
Robin said…
Thank you Marvin...my heart is grieving the final blow of death is hard to understand.

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