Staring at the stained glass
lost in thought
I think about life
and all the things I've been taught
Something catches my eye
and I turn around
I see a broken woman
who barely made a sound
She's on her knees
with her hands clasped tight
praying to her god
for a bed for the night
With no home to go to
and no one to care
she asks her god
'Why am I here'
As a tear streaks her face
she stands to her feet
she asks for a sign
before she goes back to the street
As the sun sets
a ray of light blinds my eye
I knew instantly
I have to go say hi
she tells me her story
and how she became broken
something stirred inside me
mothering instinct had awoken
bathed and fed
I showed her, her room
she wrapped her arms around me
and said 'Thank you to the moon
He answered my prayers
as I was losing faith
He works in mysterious ways
and hes kept me safe'
With her faith restored
she heads back to church
she takes a pew
and whispers 'Thank you very much'
(C) Julie Murphy 2016
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Author:
Julie Murphy (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Such a beatific story with great rhyming. In a way I can relate to the woman at hand. I love that picture too!
WELCOME JEWELS ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ thanks for sharing ! Well written and full of pathos and answered Prayer ! My experience is GOD does hear and answer Prayer ~ whoever we may be and however we may pray ~ AMEN Yours BRIAN ~ Loved the Picture ~ Beautiful ~ Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B
Beautiful poem, Jewels...
the writing and the act of
kindness!
~Laura~
This is amazing! Glad I stopped to read this!
it`s great when an act of kindness can mean so much
Wonderful write about the power that Faith can achieve.
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