Thursday, June 18, 2015

These Hours Drag On Too Slowly

These hours drag on too slowly and sunset left my room
In this pitch black sky no morning’s nigh and no sign of the moon
Black clouds hang up like soggy sheets that need a tub of suds
And that’s the colour of my mood, what can I see that’s good?

A bedroom’s lit, a baby cries, (no sleep again tonight)
A cat is yowling in the rain would someone turn on a light?
A gentle breeze still slightly warm; I felt an angel’s breath
As she walked so slowly up the lane when Christ walked to His death.

What have I done? I let Him go! I’d not meant that Christ should die?
I was so sure I could stop events before the dew was dry?
My arrogance, my faith in me was not worth anything
And Christ was born for Calvary and His love meant everything.

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

This is just so hauntingly beautiful!
I pray this finds you well,
I've missed you and I love you dear heart!

Wyn Barratt said...

Precious Elizabeth,
I am recovering from what seems to be a large cancer on my face that was removed a week ago but playing up with bleeding and swelling round the eye. I am such a coward when it comes to pain and really need a hug from someone, somewhere but at the moment. I'll let you know if I get oneLOL!!!
I so miss my precious great grandies up north. One of their warm sticky hugs has great healing powers!!
Love you!Wyn