Yes, Dearest
Heaven, can you hear us?
Stop the crying.
Heaven, can you see us?
Help the dying…
Are you there-
feeling our pain?
Souls are in your care…
Our hearts contain-
a slaying, secular song.
Will you send
the strong
to descend?
We hear a warning,
trumpets on high;
coming in mourning,
we don’t ask why…
© Sonya Rose
