Untitled by Shelley M. Chamberlain

Untitled

by Shelley M. Chamberlain

In the midst of night I woke

Roused by a voice that softly spoke

Of angels and of peace

Its words encouraged my mortal pen

To write these words

To fight this sin

I've battled since my birth

I used to wish to be someone

Who people would admire

Who all men would desire

But now I wish for love

When greed once took another's bread

And hope was killed by one word said

Without the thought of kindness

My conscience repaid justice

So where to go from where I stand

I feel somewhere Another's hand

Outstretched to hold my own

And guide me on to heaven