In the delicate weave of fate and divine intervention, a series of poignant verses unfold, revealing a profound narrative of suffering and salvation. These poems traverse the silent realms of pain and hope, capturing the hidden lives of a family caught in turmoil and the transformative power of grace. Through the eyes of a lonely dove, a child's desperate plea, a mother’s heartache, a father’s remorse, and a grandfather’s unknowingly guided path, the series paints a vivid picture of despair and redemption. Each poem offers a glimpse into the unseen forces that guide and heal, crafting a tapestry of interconnected destinies bound by compassion and divine love.


The Dove's Lament

In shadows deep where sorrow weaves its veil, A home stands quiet, wrapped in night’s embrace, But through the pane, a tale of woe prevails,Where children cower, bruised by harsh disgrace.

Upon a bough, I perch, a lonely dove,
My heart attuned to silent cries within,
I sing a song that echoes pain and love,
Of innocence besieged, of fear's dark kin.

The father’s hand, once gentle, now a scourge, His rage, a tempest none can hope to tame, He strikes, and all their dreams begin to merge, Into a life of fear, devoid of name.

The mother, frail beneath his iron fist,
Her eyes, once bright, now dimmed by endless grief, She bears the storm, her soul a dark abyss, Her spirit shattered like a brittle leaf.

The children’s eyes, a mirror of despair,
Reflect the wounds that words can never trace, In quiet corners, huddled, they repair, Their tender hearts, longing for love’s embrace.

O fate, why dost thou cast thy cruel design, Upon this home where shadows ever creep? In my sad song, I weave their pain with mine, A requiem for souls that softly weep.

Yet in my heart, a spark of hope remains, A wish for dawn to break their night’s cruel chain, For love to mend their lives and soothe their pains, And peace to come and wash away the stain.

I sing this song, a prayer upon the breeze, That one day they may find a path to light, To cast away their chains and find release, And live once more beneath the skies of bright.


A Child's Plea

Dear little dove upon the window sill,
With feathers soft and eyes so bright and kind, Will you please listen to a wish so still, And carry it on gentle wings, inclined?

Fly high, dear dove, beyond the sky so blue, To heaven’s gate where angels softly sing, And speak to God with words both pure and true, For only He can change this sorrow’s sting.

Tell Him of Daddy’s angry, hurting hands, Of Mommy’s tears that fall like autumn rain, Of nights so cold where fear and silence stand, And hearts that bear a heavy, unseen chain.

Ask Him to send His love to hold us tight, To banish all the darkness, pain, and fear, To turn our home into a place of light, Where laughter lives and joy can reappear.

Fly swiftly, dove, with all my hopes and dreams, And whisper softly in the ear of God, For only He can mend our broken seams, And guide us back to peace with gentle nod.

Bring back His answer on your wings of white, A promise that our prayers are heard above, And in the morning’s tender, golden light, We’ll wake to find our home restored by love.


A Mother's Prayer

O Lord, in heaven, hear my silent plea,
In darkness deep, my soul is lost in pain, My strength is waning, barely can I see, The path to light, away from fear’s dark chain.

Each day, I wear a mask of fragile grace, To shield my children from the storm inside, Yet in the night, alone, I seek Your face, And beg for courage, for a place to hide.

Give me the strength to rise and break these bonds, To find a way beyond this endless night, Grant me the will to seek what lies beyond, And guide us all towards the dawn’s first light.

My children’s eyes, so innocent and pure, Reflect the bruises I can’t bear to show, Their hearts, in silence, long for something sure, A life where love and peace can...