What Whispers Need

~ What Whispers Need ~

The cry in the darkness of a frightened child,

awakened by a nightmare in sleep

the look in her eyes of terror so wild,

he helplessly watched her weep….

“Oh, Daddy, how awful,” she whispered to him

“I am so scared, please make it stop!” she cried.

As she said to him in the light so dim

I’m still your brave girl, I have tried.”

Now a beautiful bride on her wedding eve,

So nervous, yet sure, her love so secure

“My husband, my Love, it is to you I cleave.

Take me, I’m yours,” she whispers demure...

The years slide by, with swiftness they flee

She finds herself coping with Mother’s death

“Please, Mama, “she whispers, “do not leave me” -

“Please, God”, she whispers as she sees her last breath.

With death comes life with the approaching birth

of her own daughter’s child from her womb…

“Come on, now”, she whispers “push dear - it’s worth

all the pain-no, I’m not crazy-I know you’ll assume!”

As more years unfold, the bad with the gold

She whispered her prayers without a façade -

And as she lay dying once she was old,

No whispers were needed as she returned home to God.

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