A Time to Sing
Too shy to show
her gift –
her “light,”
she hid her voice
“under a bushel.”
She always found
other things
she needed to do
to help someone.
After a long life
– too late –
she realized
her gift was gone.
But she smiled
when she died.
She heard a voice,
“Now, you’ll sing
with the angels.”
Eleanor Michael has published
poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.
Dear Eleanor,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing about this long life well-lived.
Wonderful ending.
Michael
A touching, sentimental piece, Eleanor. I really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Dear Michael and Maurice,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words on Eleanor's poem. I will send your comments to her. Eleanor, I enjoyed the artistic presentation and agree with the thoughts above. Keep up the good writing!
Blessings,
Karen
Dear Eleanor educating write in "A Time to Sing"
ReplyDeleteI believe this to be true about any talent. When I was
young I often tried to sing when I was alone My voice
was tuneless. Once my horse even tossed me in one
of my singing attempts. I loved the message in this
poem.
Yancy