Sunday, April 29, 2012

Have you ever longed to be a messenger of God's peace?


I wanted to tell her
but whenever I started
she cut me short
or changed the subject
for these were things
spoken as death crouched

I wanted to wash
wildness from her eyes
with soothing words of salvation,
eternity, God’s radiant face
as He’d stand to greet

wanted to speak
of emerald rainbows
round the Throne,
of crystal sea,
streets of transparent gold

wanted to usher her in peace
to the place prepared
but she wouldn’t listen
except to trivialities,
wouldn’t speak
except of suffering

They sedated her heavily
as much to quiet her terror
as ease her pain

I so wanted to tell her
but she never came back

Maude Carolan

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