Lin Lane Poet Couplet

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Take My Hand

When the bow of heaven breaks and sends arrows of pain 
     I need a friend's extended hand before I go insane. 

    My heart can only go so far alone, and then it needs 
  the nurtured hand of God, and faith of a mustard seed 

  The loss of a treasured life spins dark, by winds of death 
 help me to stand without stumbling until I catch my breath 

     Help me offer comfort to those who bury him today, 
  give me the words, God, and please tell me what to say. 

 An arm around a mother's shoulder, a squeeze of the hand, 
nothing I can do or say will ever help her, to fully understand. 

  A child she loved is gone, and this heartache is her sorrow 
  she'll never hear the words, "It will be better...tomorrow." 

There's no sympathetic phrase at this time she wants to hear, 
   but I hope she'll be consoled, by friends surrounding near. 

 My friend I thank you for taking my hand when I needed you, 
  God give courage to this mother, just so she can get through. 

The burial of her beloved son. 

      In love and light...


 
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December 23rd, 2015
A collaboration with Mystic Rose
I hope my hand was helpful in your time of need.

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Andrea Dietrich December 25, 2015 at 4:38 PM this was so sad. I read the remarks over at Mystic's page. You are a dear to be there for her at this time and also , the poem is wonderful, Lin. Lin Lane December 25, 2015 at 4:43 PM Thank you, Andrea. She was very distraught and wanted to write something, but needed a little faith strengthening to help get through the day. She's such a sweetheart. This one was not exactly a pleasure to write, but she asked for a hand, and I had one to give.

Eve Roper December 24, 2015 at 5:06 PM Mystic Rose, I'm so sorry for your friends pain and of course yours to be so close to them. Death is never easy “Hugs” I love the poem written by both you and Lin. Lin Lane December 25, 2015 at 4:45 PM Hi, Eve. You wrote this on my post of the poem, but I'm sure MR will see it. Thanks.

Lin Lane December 23, 2015 at 11:40 AM Thank you, Mystic Rose, for reaching out for my hand. I hope you feel it with you later today.