Why

Why is it raining this morning

As I awoke on this stormy morn’
again I asked of a busy God…

“For what purpose, my God, was I born?”

 

“Not for Us” God looked down at me
but for another you don’t know.
Then He added…

“…someone that you do not see.”

 

Knowing what He’d want to hear…

“Ah, ‘tis Jesus of whom He speaks.”

Spoke my mind, as I feigned a tear.

 

“Not Jesus, child,” God spoke out loud.

“It is the one that ‘He’ would see…”
“… picking them out of a crowd.”

 

“Now go my child,” my God did muse.
“Today, there’s one who waits for you.”
“You were born My child… for them to use.”

Reviews

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Excellent poetic discourse that had me thinking really hard on my own purpose. Written in a lighthearted and tenderly affectionate style, I find the poem inspiring and spiritually moving. The last lines did answer my questions - as I looked at my children, and my friends. Thank you for this wonderful poem, Sean.

[Tate Morgan]

We all need to learn to help when we can when there is a need.At times when there is the occasional need for a child it truly is acutely felt

[Lourisa]

Beautiful flow, rhythm and rhyme.

[Alicia Schroeder]

This was beautiful..

[Sam Freeland]

We all were born of God
Even though we didn't know
But we are all here now
To find a way to show
Beauty when we know how

[Norma M Sutton]

I like this. I know I have those mornings.

[KAREN]

Very true! And very well written!!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

A poem that should speak to us all! Great write