Saturday 18 April 2015

BUT A WHISPER:


A lonely child she was, born upon this earth,

Conceived in old sin, no one knew of her birth,

Playing alone, & talked only to beasts & birds,

Leaving no footprints & no heard spoken words,

She was but a whisper.

 

She never knew of love & no man made her smile,

Tiptoeing through this life, she walked many a mile,

Her breasts remained empty, she never bore babies,

She never asked why, nor questioned all the maybe´s,

She was but a whisper.

 

Nobody ever knew her, never recognized her face,

She always knew this earth, was never to be her place,

When entering sky´s Heaven, upon the end of her pain,

God smiled & said “Hello child, so good to see you again,”

She was no longer a whisper.

 

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