A heavy rain fell from the sky
And chilled me to the bone
The moment that you said goodbye
And left me here, alone
I cannot change the words I said
Or all the things I lack
But yet, I pray these tears I shed
Will serve to win you back.
I know that I can sometimes be
Just like a hurricane
When words lay scattered like debris
Upon a coastal plain
But rest assured, I mean no harm
My heart is always true
For even when my voice lacks charm
My life is blessed by you.
Still, I would give the moon and stars
For one chance to atone
The hurtful words, now seen in scars
As I live on my own
I know that I am in the wrong
And hope you’ll hear my plea
Though I am weak, I know you’re strong
I pray you’ll forgive me.
© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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aleet
It really spoke to me!
Peace&Grace,
Sharon
A very powerful plea for forgiveness in impeccable poetic form: well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in burleson, karen lynn. :D
and ask ...Beautiful pouring from the heart,
God Bless,
Michael
God Bless
Michelle~
Your sorrowful words remind me of my favorite passage from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran in 1924:
"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
Yes, sometimes the measure of what we have done does hit like a thunderstorm. And the effect is similar to what I've often heard within the courtroom when you try not to let the jury hear some inadmissible testimony: "You can't unring the bell."
Unfortunately, lost love is not unlike that. And the painful ringing goes on and on, and the hurt is unbearable.
Life can be so difficult at times, especially in matters of the heart. You have captured the essence of this woman's hurt and sorrow so well I want to cry for her.
You write powerful words, Jill, words
for us to keep close and to remember.
Well done!
Love to you,
Richard
Fee
Good one.
Ron
it is beautiful an a meloncholy way.
God Bless,
Lew