Waiting

Sheryl Martin
Dec 11, 2024

--

A child is born unto us

Waiting
in the cold dark night
he hears his brother wailing
under broken buildings.

Waiting
within a blood drenched car
calling for help
but what appeared to be rescue
was death’s evil grin
while bullets tore through
her suffering heart.

Waiting
for shelter
her child wrapped in her arms
when food handouts are not enough
to keep her heart from breaking.

Waiting
for hope to rise like the sun
when people really begin to care,
but the sun goes down
on terror when the monsters come out
and the hatred is a garment
that cruel people wear
with satisfied smiles
while the world
falls apart, broken into the last days
Waiting

--

--

Sheryl Martin
Sheryl Martin

Written by Sheryl Martin

It is suffering that shoots streams of creativity out of my heart, and the brokenness of life that explodes my heart into its soul.

No responses yet