After my youngest sister passed away, the need to talk to her remained strong. You see we called each other almost every night with few exceptions....silly chatty girls that we were.
A few months after her passing I came across this poem and whenever I feel that deep soulful longing to pick up the phone and talk to her... I read this poem.
I hope you enjoy reading it also.
Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial.
You see I can't quite make it
through a day just on my own..
I need your love to guide me
So I'll never feel alone
I want to ask you please to keep
My family safe and sound
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound
Give me faith..dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.
I thank you God, for being home
and answering my call
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and I fall.
Your number, God is the only one
That answers every time
I never get a busy signal
Never had to pay a dime
So thank you God, for listening
to my troubles and my sorrow
Good night God, I love you too.
And I'll call again tomorrow.
Author Unknown
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Ginstl
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Jun 22 @ 4:55PM
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The poem makes me feel sad. 
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mystery2u888
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Jun 22 @ 4:59PM
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you know..........this is really beautiful.........  I am sure she is watching you from above.........she is there....with your every thoughts.......  Some how they know......  xoox
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scorpiogirl36
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Jun 22 @ 5:21PM
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I do believe those we've loved and lost often reach out and intervene in our lives to protect us.
A few winters back, I took a one lane back road to work and came around a corner covered in black ice. Each side of the road is closely lined with those beautiful old New England maple tree's.
My vehicle skidded out of control, did a complete 360 and just as though it had never happened, righted itself in time to get out of the way of another oncoming vehicle. I believe that was an intervention from above.
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PentatonicPunk
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Jun 22 @ 5:52PM
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Angel1964
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Jun 22 @ 8:33PM
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Beautiful poem, but kind of sad too in a way… I really liked it! 
We all need someone to talk too… People need someone to listen…
Maybe that’s why so many of us blog? 
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lazareth
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Jun 22 @ 8:56PM
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ya know, after my sis died 7 years ago, I would call her office phone (we worked for the same company) just to hear her voice on her answering machine.
I loved the poem and Bless You
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lostinmesaaz
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Jun 23 @ 1:06AM
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Hansumm
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Jun 27 @ 9:43PM
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Wow...nice poem. For some reason, I have had a dream for the last 4 nights that include my brother who passed away about 3 years ago. It was like he was still alive and we were up to having a fun time. I guess maybe it was maybe God's way of helping me get through the loss and missing my only brother so much of giving my brother back even for these few days. I have a couple sisters, but it certainly not the same. Rather timely blog for me, and thanks. I am so sorry about the lo
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