In shock and horror we stood
with tears as bitter as wormwood.
How could this news be true?
We were at a loss as what to do
The phone rang at a late hour
Took all our strength within our power
The only thing left was to pray
and wait for the day.
Morning brought only more pain
Our son had shot himself in his brain
Lord we asked for your direction
Why had our son felt such rejection?
Answers we will never get
at least not yet
This we do believe
To God's strength we'll ever cleave.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem about asking the Lord for guidence because we know very little. the style of poem is up to you, but it needs to be at least 2 stazas and no more than 4. and it must rhyme. |
Author Notes
Our son was one of the light's of our life. He died at 41years old 11 years ago Christmas night. Someday, I know we will see him again and get our questions answered. Thank you for reading. Today Sept. 10th, 2015 is World Wide Suicide Prevention Day. If you know anyone who is depressed get them help. Our son would not let us help him. He died in his truck on a lonely county road, a beautiful full moon shining. A shot gun blast to his head. He was smart, handsome, and so talented. He had three beautiful children that were left without a father. Parents that loved him. Yet, he felt hopeless because his wife of 17 years found another man. He thought he could not live without her. He could have if he had given himself just a little more time.
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