Chasing Miracles
November 14, 2007 by Shirley Allard
I sat through the sermon
held your cold lifeless hand
as they told you God loves you
and of miracles planned.
I propped up your head
as you listened to hymns
and waited for miracles
to transform your limbs.
I woke you from sleep
to expose you to dreams
you replied with your eyes
“God is busy it seems.”
What a touching piece Shirley. Both beautiful and sad.
Thanks Oz. Poetry allows one episode…the story itself is indeed a sad one.
Well, I certainly agree with Ozy, but the aspect of the poem that impressed me was the manner in which you constructed it, maintaining the narrator’s POV throughout, until the very last line. That one shift offers the reader opportunity for both reflection on the entirety of the poem and on the implied focus of the impact. Masterful, Shirley… beautifully done.
I’m touched by this. It is gentle and urging. Super well done.
i cannot help but be drawn into pondering how it would in fact feel to spend a whole life time believing in,, loving,, and worshiping,, a god ,, that kicked you to the curb when you really needed him… somehow,, i like my “i am my own god” belief system a lot better,, at least i know up front what an a*hole i can be….