Jean  Joyce Has a Few Choice Words with God

Jean Joyce Has a Few Choice Words with God

A Poem by holly
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Written for a dear friend when his mother died in 2009. Perhaps not such fine poetry but his stories about his mother and her husband and six children make me smile even now.

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Jean  Joyce Has a Few Choice Words with God

 

I've waited a long while to come to you, Father,
and the wait toward the end..well, it wasn't too easy.
But now we're together and I have some comments.

 

Oh wait, can You see them,the children, my family?
Look at them gathering, laughing together: Jerry, Gerard,
Ann and Virginia, John, Jeanmarie and finally Martin.

 

All of them precious. I see them so clearly; my sight
goes out long. There's Jerry just offering that first cup
of coffee; see us step off the ice and into our marriage?

 

Wait! First I can see myself, so young and breathless,
hopping the train bound toward Hawaii. My boss
might have scared me but never adventure!

 

Now I'm home. I'm a bride, and he tall and handsome.
Then came the children. I reared them with love,
firmness, our faith, and some good common sense.

 

But this isn't what I hoped to discuss here. I wanted
to ask you if all of that suffering ... Lord, look at that sunset!
We used to see sunsets on the beach every year...

 

We bought a small cottage, just by luck & a phone call.
We had blessed times. Now, look there, dear Father,
our grandchildren playing on the same warm sand!

 

But this isn't what I thought we'd discuss here. I wanted
to ask you...well, look at that party! We're full to the rafters!
Don't we all make a picture! More laughing, more singing!

 

I feel so light, Lord, so loved and so joyous. I know that
I wanted to ask you some questions, but now I've forgotten.
Pain ebbs away as I feel You around me. I stand in Your grace.

 

I always knew You - I looked at my loved ones and there You were smiling.

 

 


© 2010 holly



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Our words for the grieving are usually so cliched and weak. We say things like "They're in a wonderful place now," or "She's no longer in pain." Your words written in a poem for a friend are different, however. It's not mere conversation spoken from down here while looking up, it's a vehicle of sorts that takes the son up there and shows him that everything is fine. His mother is happy and content. This is a very good thing you've done, Holly.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow, I'm wishing I'd read more of your stuff now, as I'm finding it is excellent - very emotive, you identify with, well, I guess the "human condition" honestly and openly.
This piece makes me want to cry.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is very much what I hope Heaven is like. She had issues ... things that she wanted answered. But the beauty and joy and happiness was overwhelming and she forgot what her grievances were. I pray that I feel this happiness and joy in Heaven one day.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful illustration of 'the opiate.'

Posted 7 Years Ago


This was purely beautiful. Such a lovely sentiment for your friend...

Posted 7 Years Ago


she has such a lovely voice, I could listen to her ramble half the day :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Our words for the grieving are usually so cliched and weak. We say things like "They're in a wonderful place now," or "She's no longer in pain." Your words written in a poem for a friend are different, however. It's not mere conversation spoken from down here while looking up, it's a vehicle of sorts that takes the son up there and shows him that everything is fine. His mother is happy and content. This is a very good thing you've done, Holly.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it's a god trick; they all do it

Posted 7 Years Ago



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