Stirring from my deep sleep at midnight
Seeing someone moving in the dim light
Hearing a gentle voice whispering my name
Calling out, “Missing you has been a shame”
Recognizing that her gentle voice is familiar, not new
Appearing now, my beloved Grandma comes into view
Walking towards me, she carries no fear
Listening to a voice so true and very dear
Saying again that I’ve been deeply missed
Bowing down, my forehead receives a kiss
Remembering previous days with her brings a smile
Telling me kindly, let’s walk together now for awhile
Asking her a question, “Is it now my time?”
Replying back, “No, but you must climb”
Facing a wall that records each of my sins
Condemning me, comes Darkness again
Reaching down comes a firm, strong hand
Grabbing hold, my feet flee sinking sand
Gazing upward, my Grandma has departed and left
Taking her place arrives Christ, raised from death
Lovely, Richard. Just. Lovely.
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Carole, your kind words are much appreciated.
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Beautiful! 🥰
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Dawn, I really appreciate your affirmation of this poem. Your own Christian walk will continue to lead.
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Love everlasting. Hope eternal. 💚
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Amen! Love and hope are intertwined throughout this poem. Blessings Nina.
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Love and hope eternal! A beautiful poem!
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Poems like this follow the Spirit. When I wrote this poem, there wasn’t an outline in front of me. The Lord provided one. Thanks so much for reading Susan.
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A grandma’s impact on a child’s faith?
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Both of my grandmothers were Christians. When I wrote this poem, I really didn’t have a blueprint to follow. The Spirit guided my pen.
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Spirit led poem
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