Whispering Hope

It felt like summer for the first week of April 2000.  I think I’ll go visit Mother since it’s a good day to go for a walk.  Mother is just down the hill. 
Soft as the voice of an angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word. 
The hill is a long winding steep road.  Meandering around and walking by Deer Lake Park.  It is such a beautiful preserve nature land.  Birds are singing in the air, the floral scent of the Cherry blossoms lingers, the road is devoid of vehicles. 
Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone. 
When I entered where Mother was, I was expecting there were will be some of my siblings, relatives or friends keeping her company.  She was all by herself.  I quietly sat in front of her and said: Hi Mother.  I’m here to keep you company. 
Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice. 
It’s far too quite here, Mother.  I hope you don’t mind me talking or better yet, maybe I’ll sing to you.  I grab a book full of songs.  Most of them I am unfamiliar with the tune with the exception of Whispering Hope. 
If in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar,
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star? 
I sang it as softly as I could in order not to attract any attention.  I can see that there are other people in the adjacent room. 
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark midnight is over,
Watch for the breaking of day. 
Suddenly, it dawned on me: here I am singing in front of a closed coffin.  I don’t even know who is inside the coffin.  What if this coffin belongs to the people next door?   I stood up, went to the coffin and quietly lifted the upper lid. 
Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice. 
Thank God, it’s Mother.  I went back to the pew and started singing again from the top.  I’m glad I have this one and one with you Mother.  
I love and miss you.
 
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19 thoughts on “Whispering Hope

    • Hi Barbara:

      I love this song.

      BTW, I am having a hard time subscribing and posting a comment to your site. One of this days, I will spend more time how to follow the instruction.

      Thank you.

  1. The way you tell this little moment is both touching, emotional and humorous. My prayers are with you and your mum
    Thanks for sharing
    Lucy :).

    • Mother must have been laughing with me when I open the lid. She has good sense of humour. Thank you for reading, Lucy. P.S. some people call Mother, Lucy, short for Lucia.

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