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.