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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hear (07/08/10)

TITLE: Heaven Is Silent
By Carol Penhorwood
07/14/10


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Heaven is silent
As my spirit groans,
When troubles surround
And I feel so alone.

No praises, no anthems,
I watch in dismay,
How could God allow this,
My hopes all betray?

Is He just too busy
To hear all my pleas,
Or lifting in anger
His Spirit from me?

Depression weighs heavy,
There seems no relief,
My prayers hit the ceiling
As I pray in my grief.

Yet I know that God loves me
And He never lies,
He watches the sparrow
And hears my faint cries.

This too He will conquer,
One day bring relief,
He sees that I suffer
And shake like a leaf.

My spirit weighs heavy,
I groan in my pain,
This too He will use
And it is not in vain.

My heart's filled with sorrow,
I spend all my days
Just waiting for answers
As my spirit prays.

And yet heaven's silent,
I feel so betrayed,
The enemy whispers
And I am afraid.

In the depths of my soul
I know God is real,
He's promised His presence
Whatever I feel.

This testing, this trial,
Is part of His plan,
And though He may tarry
I'm safe in His hand.

All pain has a purpose
And at His command,
Though now for a moment
I don't understand.

He's paid for my future,
His blood paved the way,
My ears hear the echoes
Of heav'n...come what may.


“If I called and He answered me, I could not believe that He was listening to my voice. For He bruises me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause.” Job 9:16-17 (New American Standard)

“I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth.” Job 19:25 (New International Version)

“But He knows the way that I take (He has concern for it, appreciates, and pays attention to it). When He has tried me, I shall come forth as refined gold (pure and luminous).” Job 23:10 (Amplified Bible)



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Terry R A Eissfeldt 07/17/10
Beautiful
Honest
True
Hopeful
Brenda Shipman 07/17/10
I love the title, and love this heartfelt poem. Honestly captures the suffering each one of us experiences when it is "our turn" for the trials. Near perfect rhyme and meter, and perfect verses from Job to go along with this. If you've been through what this poem depicts, take comfort in knowing you are in the midst of many fellow sufferers, headed toward home where there will be no more questions (or pain!) ~ consider yourself hugged by all of us!
Maria Egilsson 07/19/10
Carol, this portrays so many layers of truth. The words express the cry of all of our hearts when we walk through those seasons when heaven seems silent. It is in those times that our faith is tested and it is the promises of heaven that hold us during those times. Beautifully expressive.
AnneRene' Capp 07/19/10
You spoke for all mankind in this sobering poem, and reached into the darkest recesses of our true emotions when trials overwhelm. You exposed the weakness of all human hearts and yet equally echoed encouragement in having faith in that which we cannot see. Most excellent. :)
Virgil Youngblood 07/19/10
Beautiful expression of truth.
Colin Swann07/20/10
This is full of pregnant truth and thanks for sharing these lovely thoughts in rhyme.
Verna Cole Mitchell 07/20/10
I could "hear" very well the cry of your heart in these words--right on topic.
Jeanne E Webster 07/21/10
God hears our cries though heaven is silent. In silence there is closer communion with Him. Draw nigh, Carol, and know you are loved. Also around the throne of grace bow many souls beside you, praying for strength, healing, peace, and relief. In other words, we are not alone! Blessings & prayers
Beth LaBuff 07/21/10
You have amazing wisdom and comfort found here. I especially like, "This testing, this trial, -- Is part of His plan, -- And though He may tarry -- I'm safe in His hand." Beautiful work!
Lollie Hofer 07/21/10
Beautifully written and uplifting to the soul. Your cadence and rhyme were excellent.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/21/10
You opened up such a sacred part of your soul to reach others, what a wonderful, generous thing to do. Thank you for sharing, and for giving me hope for tomorrow.
Edmond Ng 07/21/10
This expresses the depths of our souls very well—all of us who love the Lord. Heaven may be silent, but our God is not, for we know He hears us all the time. Beautifully written.
Susan Montaperto07/21/10
Thank you for a beautifully written poem, that offers so much hope from heaven above.
God Bless. Keep writing.