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My son,
The last words you said to
me,
"Goodbye.
I'm going to kill myself.
See ya in the next
life."
Here are the words my heart speaks to you.
He Alone Can Calm
Our Storm, My Son
Deep within brews
a thunderous storm
Swelling like the waves in a stream.
Emotions
withheld, a flood doth form,
Exposing a river of broken
dreams.
Riverbanks rise, high above the norm,
Cresting as a wretched
heart screams...
Return, my son, to the land of the
living!
With each day arisen life begins anew.
Peace is granted to
the heart of the giving
Ultimately one’s choices are
few.
Mounting upon the waves of a storm so swift
A sea of
tumultuous deeds.
Surging the path the waters do sift
Pounding upon
a troubled soul’s needs.
Raging, the river of feelings run
adrift,
The floodgates of a momma’s heart pleads...
Kneel
down, my son, to rise up above!
From the past you can easily
depart.
Fly high in your heart on the wings of the Dove
Redemption
He awaits to impart.
Beyond the eye of the storm of the
past
Calm waters you shall tread once more.
Upward the sky shines
clear at last
The stream you must travel is pure.
Reach high my son,
eyes upon His mast,
Engulfed in His arms you shall
endure.
©2001 Ruth
Norman
It was nearly 3 months
from the time of
William's phone call to the time I was told for
certain that he is alive!
He has yet to contact me himself...
I
wrote the poem above when I heard the news of his whereabouts.
(June,
2001)
"Quiet
Desolation"
Midi provided by
Quiet Cove
Music
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© 2002 Ruth Norman
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