Every Sunday when I was young
I used to go with my mother
Past the orchard where red apples hung
To the little white church on the corner
I used to sit beside her
In the wooden pews of old
And listen to the preacher talk
About angels and their God
My mother believed in Him
And in His righteous son
But that belief couldn't save her
When they found cancer in her lung
That Sunday I knelt before the dying statue
And whispered quietly to the air
Begging for my mother's life
To anyone happening to hear
I returned every Sunday after
And pleaded on my knees for her soul
But every Sunday she grew weaker
Her eyes going dim and her body growing cold
It'll be ten years tomorrow
Since the day my mother died
And death proved itself stronger
Than a magic man in the sky
I am not a bitter woman
But neither am I an innocent girl
There is no one amoung us immortal
There is no world after our world
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Hiya, TheBlackSheep!
It is important, I think, to read literature with a completely open mind, and that is how I approached this piece. As a Christian, my beliefs differ -- I think -- from yours, but that's not what I am here to talk about, because looking beyond that, this piece really just struck me as beautiful.
I don't think you could have written with more truth. Though this piece was rather simple, I think that flowery language would have degraded it. The imagery throughout was enough to infuse feeling into the piece, and I was glad that I could appreciate the personal mark that you left upon it, in your well chosen words. I think this poem does your writing a great deal of justice, and it was powerfully written.
Wonderful job. cx I am so happy that you shared this, and I was able to read it.
Keep writing!
- AustereMelodies
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First off, hi there! Second, wow! That was really good, and very unique. Most people who write poetry like this don't exactly state what they feel because they feel other people who are big Christians will criticize harshly. But this is so well written and thought out that you should feel really confident about it! Keep writing!
First off, hi there! Second, wow! That was really good, and very unique. Most people who write poetry like this don't exactly state what they feel because they feel other people who are big Christians will criticize harshly. But this is so well written and thought out that you should feel really confident about it! Keep writing!