I'm sure is is flawed, but I felt like writing!
~Prayer~
This is but a humble prayer--
Nothing more, I do not lie--
For one I miss far deeper than
The summer clouds or bright spring sky.
Simple, yes, for this is all that
I have ever had to give--
But take my prayer and hear it, please
For one who's lost his will to live.
He knows no longer when or if
The sun rises morning or night;
And forgets himself in daily tasks,
Or never sees the palest light
He says, if he is feeling well
"This is your summer, but it is my fall,
I cannot feel your sunny rays,
O! how can you feel my pain, at all?"
But when he is more failing, there are no words,
And all I hear is weeping yet; or worse,
The silence, cold and dreadful
That lies around his seeming hurse.
Hear me, Father, I love him so--
Help him in a bitter wind--
Or call Him to you, if it must be,
But take him from this state of mind.
I love him yet.....he hides from me...he sees my hand and turns away.
2007-09-23
06:42:26
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*I do want to say that this is fictional, though based on two separate real experiences.
2007-09-23
06:48:24 ·
update #1