A Poem For Those Alone
he who is alone,
often seeks for the mercy and grace of his God;
very sad is that faithful man,
who suddenly finds himself alone;
for he sees the world a wasteland,
a bare wall that is blown upon by a cold wind;
he sees a empty house that once was a warm home,
but now is a cold empty shell;
yes,he sees an empty shell,
where snow sifts in through worn window frames,
and around a broken front door;
the snow gathers in corners,
and gathers in great heaps upon cold empty beds;
alas for the once bright home,
once filled with sounds of cheer,
and for bare cubboards once well stocked;
alas for weed infested yards,
once well kept with love;
alas for the one who worked to keep the wolf at bay,
for the wolf-slayer is no more----no more,no more;
for he is now alone; and his purpose is no more;
come spring,come summer,
may the eagle and the raven soar;
may the warm breezes flow once more,
and may a new day yet dawn.
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