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Nothing Makes Me Tremble, Lord
by Cristina Lipp
copyright 10-07-2002


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 
A close friend is departing
to the other side of the world.
Friends gather around with tearful eyes
As they bid their sad goodbyes.
I look at them unshaken
And wonder what should I say?
When I can't relate to their sorrow
So I silently walk away.

‘Cause nothing makes me tremble, Lord;
And nothing makes me cry.
It seems as though my tears were dried
On the day my mother died.

A burial for a soldier;
A salute to "King Death" with guns.
The silence pierced by a weeping sound
As I silently looked around.
‘Cause I felt no sad sensation, Lord.
No -- I felt no desire to cry.
How I wished my eyes were as wet as theirs;
But I touched them and they were dry.

No .. nothing makes me tremble, Lord;
And nothing makes me cry.
It seems like my tears were washed away
On the day my mother died.

But oftentimes in solitude I think of her and I cry;
And the tears which so quickly leap to my eyes
Are the ones I'd prefer to hide.
‘Cause it's sad to consume in self-pity, yes
And I shouldn't remember with pain.
But I'm glad to find out that I still have tears.
Now, I praise God and bless His name.

As nothing could make me tremble, Lord
And nothing could make me cry.
I felt all my tears were dried that day
As I stood there and watched her die!

Copyright © 2002 Cristina Lipp




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10-30-2002 Audrey Sullivan    

A Very wonderful
poem.


10-29-2002 Robert Betts    

Like others, speechless. I know the feeling so very well... There was a time in my life I was totaly devoid of feelings. I could not cry, laugh... anything. This piece is a classic. Thanks for it.
bob


10-14-2002 Lonnie Kornoely    

Great work here!!!


10-09-2002 Esther Spurrill    

Wow. I hope I never find out what it's like. The emotion really comes through in this poem. Well done.


10-08-2002 Barry Clopton Lanier    

I can relate with your feelings as well as your loss, since I lost my father this past year. I wrote a little tribute to him, My Hero, which I'll post in tribute to your loss.


10-07-2002 William Robbins    

Loss is such a hard thing to bear and harder to ever forget. I hope writing this poem gives you some comfort over your mother's death.


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