Whispering Hope
He wasn’t very religious, I said
To the soft-spoken, sweet pastor
Who wanted to know if you
Had accepted Christ into your life
And neither am I; it made choosing
Hymns for your service a bit
Challenging – he seemed to sense
I didn’t want to be hypocritical
When I told him about Mom
Playing “Whispering Hope” afternoons
After school, on the upright
How much we both grew to love that
I didn’t tell him it was mostly
Because if she was playing it
She wasn’t freaking out about us
Crazed and nervous and screaming
Just that the song sticks with me
Fondly and that I was sure you would
Like it played in your memory
Symbolically, it says it all, really
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