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| Category - Classic | | A Poem from the The Poet and His Thoughts Collection | | Whisper Through My Dreams - Viewed 950 Times | David Devaney
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October 08, 2004 |
I hear the prayers of angels
who whisper through my dreams.
They seek a special gift from God,
a favor it now seems.
‘Tis through me that they do reveal
the needs of guarded souls.
So many children who have dreams
and hopes and wants and goals.
They say to me in silence
please lead us in this prayer.
And then the heralds call him forth
this God of our despair.
How can there be such illness,
anxiety and woe.
And why do wars continue now
and why is peace so slow.
Disease it seems to take its toll
for death there is no cure.
If God were all they say he is
he’d bring good health I’m sure.
I wondered now how angels could
have all these thoughts so strange.
And aren’t they all God’s messengers
mine own I’d rearrange.
Just then I saw a mirror light
reflecting in my heart.
And recognized these questions odd
did not with angels start.
It was my own humanity
that questioned of this pain.
Of life and death and poverty
and hopes that seem in vain.
Then to my knees I quickly moved
so I might understand.
That every prayer is answered
and gentle is his hand. | | © 2004 David Devaney |
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