My Weary Faith
by Patricia Etienne
Dark smoke penetrates my eyes
When I misstep on my little Helena-
lies cold in the bed
indeed life can be bold and unexpected
for months, many years,
I concentrated my life in prayers
to the one above
I begged him for my only child’s life
O’ so very so
My heart is broken in fragment of sorrows
For him above not to hear my voice
Not to grant my wish
Loyal I am always to him
I follow the scripture just as he instructed
I’m not the type like doubted Thomas
Still, he denied me of my one desesperate wish
O’ dolor, harsh dolor, hear a sore man cry
In you I find strength and companion
My tears serve as water to bathe
And sleep is where I’m numbed and unaware of things
I can only see through the glass darkly
My day is no more sky blue
My night is no more shine stars
For my heart has no more soft spot to poke
Helena’s death has ravaged my heart
From one man prayer to the man above he let me down
I once have deep believe within
And now I need time to find my soul.
© 2009 by _Patricia Etienne
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Note from Author
I witnessed this story of a very young patient who passed away after being sick for a very long time, and her father who I knew to have very good faith in the man above. He has gone completely strange after the loss of his child.
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