Sunday, February 20, 2011

My Prayer

   
Lights down dim….Night time prayers …in his race car bed for one… with his list of “ God bless mommy, daddy, trains”….
Watching his eyes of blue closed tight…praying for wishes and sweet dreams…so confident that God would always listen.
The sweetness of those kisses and the purity of those prayers….no one told me on which night they all would end.
My little boy grew bit by bit….and lost a piece of innocence…and it happened when I wasn’t even looking.
So Father …now it’s me… with eyes of blue closed tight and praying…feeling as if I’m in a game of Hide and Seek.
Looking for my baby boy ….who is lost and so unsure …although he thinks he knows exactly where he is.
I know that You still see him even though he won’t see You.
And I know You listen to his heart since he’s not speaking.
Please keep holding tight to him…. As he runs, explores, and grows.  Lead him home to You…and help him become a man.



*This was inspired by a teenager who has given up faith in any Higher Power*

Shared on:  Poetry Potluck
            


17 comments:

  1. This is so sweet, yet breaks my heart...

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  2. This is so lovely and sad and still inspiring of hope. Love.

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  3. This is so heartbreaking, but so beautiful. I'm sure your faith and patience will one day be rewarded.

    Visiting from TRDC.

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  4. I love this because it continues to tell the story that you have started to tell me. XO

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  5. welcome to JP..
    lovely prayers.
    A++

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  6. Very poignant piece. Prayer is healing.

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  7. Very poignant. Just remember no one is truly themselves in adolescence.

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  8. How beautifully you share a poem that most mothers can relate to if they have gone through teenage with a child. My solution would be to freeze them at 12 and carefully thaw them out in their 20's, but quickly freeze them again for a few more years if they have not grown up yet. :-) I know my mom wept many a tear over me and I over my daughter. These years are difficult for each one involved. Thanks for your sweet poem. hugs, pat

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  9. A very sweet poem, yet poignant. Thank you for sharing.

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  10. love this! how sweet to be able to reminisce and recollect those lost moments.. here's my potluck http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/25/paper-scribbles/

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  11. Beautiful words for the lost.

    www.honeyhaiku.wordpress.com

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  12. Hi!

    New at One Stop today.

    I gave up faith for a while in my early 20s, but came back. May he come back too. I bet he will!

    Beautifully written, thank you.

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  13. Kristi, Your poem touched me deeply. Since he was 12 years old when he went to live with his dad I haven't had my son in my life as much as I would have liked. This is so true:

    My little boy grew bit by bit….and lost a piece of innocence…and it happened when I wasn’t even looking.

    Lovely poem.

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  14. Sweet, Kristi. I hope it all falls into place xo

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  15. that is a beautiful wish..what a touching write...i have 2 boys myself...

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  16. Beautiful & heartfelt. Thanks for sharing.

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