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GOD as my Witness
My heart filled with dejection, when his call echoed goodbye, over and over with
Dismal sighs of expression breathed marital decay, and a parents’ moral Crime.
GOD as my Witness,
My childhood afforded the retreat of a fathers love to a wife now discarded.
Back and forth trying not to fret, where desperation and humility intertwine without rest
“Oh, Lord…I feel dreadful, disappointed with spite.
I must beseech you Father with a crying breath…..
A Crime has been committed; indignation has set in for twice forsaken again and again.
Appealing once further, for this trial hinders my life
Why the Punishment…Oh, Lord? Is it his or is it mine?”
Gravely seated somber and still with tactful reproach, and a division from a hopeful family ideal.
A Canard no doubt….I’m being too polite, too true my thought lacks consideration my forgiveness this night.
GOD as my Witness,
Determined with contempt, to make heed my disposition thus far, for consenting not for I’m a mother at war.
Taking respite, I beg for an answer, where I stand empty without purpose it is being alone, I must weather.
“Oh, Lord…Here me now, as an outcast to my once beloved.
I must beseech you Father what feels like my last dying breath….
A foolish inclination, succumbing to his charm a peril you warn about for love starts with the heart.
Impatient I plunge requiring an explanation
Why the Punishment…Oh, Lord? Have I misread these afflictions?”
Weary with confusion my mind stirring with angst,
I feel now I need quiet just a moments rest.
Peering thru a curtain rift is a beam of warm sunlight,
Swaying to the wind an open window brings ever so slight.
Steadfast I stand in the winds open path a whoosh comes from natures’ tones in melodious whispers.
Drying my tears as it blows with such haste, I ponder whether this separation is just the beginning of futures best.
GOD as my Witness,
Weighing out this proclamation is a conclusion that will require my everyday attention.
With humble convictions, and a need for consolation my own faults beg for reprieve of this scarred situation.
“Oh, Lord…My question with who this Punishment will lay?
I must beseech you Father for it’s time to make a way……
My present is such of righteous indignation, but a true lesson here for that LOVE is more than emotion.
An unfortunate burden that this Crime dictates, a fatherless child and childless father is not good fate.
Let Punishment weigh this Crime, for punishment is only for you Lord to say.”
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