Coversations with God

People say all things happen for a reason,
That everything that happens has its season.
But how come my joy season has been postponed?
Why has fate left me to be battered and stoned?
My body,so strong,clothed to hide my skeleton soul,
And I thought pain was a gateway to better goals.
But how much more do I take before my hurting ends?
How much strength should I lose before my world mends?
Blue skies and shine came my way,
but life's winds came and blew my sunny day away.
And each day I wake up,hoping for change.
The next minute life throws at me fury and rage!
Beaten down,the next moment I'm on my knees,
crying,"God who art in heaven,help me please!"
And then I lash out, "this is your fault too!
Where were you to sheild me when I needed you?
Whatever happened to all the love you promised me?
Wherever you are prove that you still care.
Show yourself! Prove that you're still there!"
And the silence,hearing only my heavy breathing.
I get up, I guess God doesn't care to reason.
Despite the odds and tough times,life still goes on,
and soon enough the pain and hurt,its all gone.
Just as quick,my source of strength is forgotten
Until tragedy hits, then assistance is sotten.
Once eyes my eyes look towards the sky,
"Dear Lord,hear me,silence my cry".
Expecting the same silence,I get up to leave,
but I'm shoved to the ground in disbelief.
"Dear daughter, you know I've never left your side.
I watched you make your way into the spotlight.
But did you not know that I carried you?
And even when you hated me,I still loved you.
When your heart broke,it tore mine to shreds too.
So I paved a brighter day for you to dwell in,
but soon you forgot the essence of living.
As you gave the world love,you cast me away,
but I kept my distance,only a prayer away.
Becasue I knew that tougher times were yet to come,
so I preped myself up to shield you from harm.
Left you a small portion of the aches and pain,
thought you would learn that rainbows come after rain.
I let you carry the litte I knew you could handle.
Even through the darkness I was your lighting candle."
Tears rolled down my eyes at this revelation.
How could God have given me so much attention.
Finally I realised that this is true love.
Priceless mercy from the one above.
The kind of love that makes you want to shout and sing.
That pushes you to fly,even with a broken wing.
Cause a promise was made decades ago,ages across,
When cause of love he let his son die on the cross.
So that when we stumble and fall cause we aren't strong,
Through his grace and love he might carry us on,
To bright skies,birds singing and sunshine,
Warm days,embracing love so devine.

Author's Note

First poem :)

Reviews

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Lelentle

If this is your first poem, I hope to God, the God, my God to whom you pray throughout that this is not the last, but only the beginning of so many more.

For someone, who has reviewed much, liked or disliked, praised with balanced adverse comment, all I can say is that this is one of the most accomplished pieces of poetry I have ever had the privilege to read. And I in all sincerity mean ever!

I could write a book of a review on this if I let myself go.

But I need to learn to be briefer. My meaning can get so easily lost in too many words.

Style and structure? An amazing switch into and out of bold; into and out of prayers; and

Content? The world of the Godly, the seeker, the depressed, the joyless, the feeling rejected by God and by life, only to realise it is not they that reject us, just we forget the joy that they bring us; the daily endless blessing and gift of life.

We only have the one shot at it. Believe in God and his Mercy. I do. Tell us more about it; and

Believe in our fellow man; in humanity. They hurt and smile as much as you, I, we all do. Teach us. Tell us.

Write more please.

PLEASE.

I do not want to sound like someone who at all matters. But to the extent that anyone's opinion matters, heed mine - you have an amazing talent.

Write and grow it. Use it for good.

With all compassion and my warmest reagrds

James