TÓC (22-12-1976 / Beal Atha na Slua, Chontae an Gaillimh, Eire)

A Cry, Silent, In The Night

A cry, silent in the night,
Taken by angels heavenwards
To the ear of God on high
As if the Angels were birds…

At the ceasing of their flapping wings
They give the words to God and say,
Here is a cry, silent, from the night,
But God: he waves them away!

One looks to the other in wonder
As if to ask each other how can God not care
But reading their thoughts, the Lord said
“When the Cry was uttered: I was there! ”

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I believe that God counts every tear that falls. Praise for your beautiful poem. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler
wow love that last line! Lylyanna