Aug 9, 2021
An Angel Whispered
H. W. Bryce
I knelt beside her grave, alone and lost,
Not knowing how to grieve,
Still not able to believe,
For life had dealt us two its double-cross.
I scanned the tombstone garden, heard the sound
As others seemed to cope,
But still I found no hope,
For wrapped in chains of grief I still was bound.
I went into the chapel there and knelt.
I tried to pray, I wept
for all the love I kept,
But still no solace there I felt.
But just as I gave up on life so dear,
I heard a voice, all faint and new,
Yet clear, and then I knew,
For I heard an angel whisper in my ear.
“Do not despair,” it seemed to say, “your path is clear,
For though your love’s no longer here,
Her spirit will forever linger near.
She says her thanks for keeping up your vow so dear.”
That angel’s voice did soothe my nerves somehow,
And now I have the strength
To be what I can be in breadth and length,
And I will be so much the stronger now.
Yes I heard an angel whisper in my ear,
I’ve nothing now to fear;
I walk in peace. I shed no tear.
For I heard an angel whisper in my ear.
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