Low by Anita McQueen
Singing low
in my dark room
*
only for
God
to hear
*
answering
me
in a whoosh
of reckoning
*
how
sad we squander
all
He has
given.
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Words from Anita McQueen: Sometimes I’m a loner. Sometimes I talk too much to everyone I meet. But most of the time I write poetry as I fall asleep. My poems have appeared in The Camel Saloon, The Literary Burlesque, and Raven Images.
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Editor’s Note: Please continue praying for Bennett.
I like the slow rhythm of this one and the concept of “singing low” for only GOd to hear. Nice poem, I like it. And how sadly true that we do squander all we’ve been given.