A Poem and a Prayer for the Miners..

      Ally’s Prayer

She pushed the hair back from her face, as sweat ran down her cheek,
Then bent down over her washboard, and her laundry for the week,
Methodically her hands moved, scrubbing clothes against the board,
As her mind turned back to thankfulness, and she talked to the Lord,
She was thanking Him for shade, beneath the walnut tree that day,
Thanking Him for touching Jessie, Gram and little Ray,
For the pork roast in the oven, the potato crop this year,
Then she heard the sound that cause’s, any mining town to fear,
She scooped her baby up in arms, grabbed little Ray by the hand,
To scramble down the mountain path, beneath the forest’s stand,
As she neared the footpaths end, she could see the church’s spire,
She caught her breath and hurried forth, to carefully inquire,
For hearts are carried on the sleeve, when tragedy’s transpire,
An accident in mine’s can mean, explosion’s, flood, or fire,
Most every one has lost a man, a son, a Dad, or brother,
The greatest comfort folks can find, is in God and one another,
Gathering together to pray and weep, is what they do,
It’s hard when someone else’s loss, can mean good news for you,
Babies cry and women weep, and men try to be men,
But heartache will touch every one, be it family or friend,
They wait as mining families have, all down through the years,
Weariness drowns out the rage,  wail’s turn to silent tears,
The ticking clock set’s nerve’s on edge, with its unending sound,
They wait as mining families have, for loved one’s to be found,
About sun rise they hear a sound, as siren’s once more wail,
They rush forth then with bated breath, this day will tell the tale,
 ’How close did death come to my door’, is what’s on each ones mind,
Oh God please let a miracle, be what our town’s folk find,
She’s standing there beneath a tree, with both her young in tow,
When her eye’s spot a grimy man, who’s black from head to toe,
She knows the gait of her man’s walk, she would know him anywhere,
She stumbles forth to greet him, as she offers up a prayer,
One of thankfulness and humble heart, and a prayer for those less blessed,
And one for guidance from above, ‘Show me Lord, how to help the rest’.

Some one is in need of prayer, seems these accidents are happening more frequently of late.

As a young girl I remember the sound of the sirens, and the horrible fear that came over our community in W.Va.,my prayers are with the miners and their families. Cheryl


About Cheryl

I'm from W.Va. living in Ohio.married [38 yrs],with 2 daughters, 3 grandkids,and 6 step grandkids.Live on a small farm, and have been an ordained minister since 1984.My husband and I both work, he in a factory, and I as a private care-giver. Moved around a lot in my younger yrs. have been planted here 39 yrs. Love the Lord, my family, my country and my life. Glad to meet you.
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