Best Hour Of Need Poems
Grace-full is the lily born of virtue’s milk
Inspiring me with petals pure in my hour of need -
Vow and vim of passion vivid and empowering as I
Imagine the strength of soulful surrender while three
Nails were driven into a suffering so great -- selflessly You
Gave Your mortal life so I may live despite thorns and thirst
Grateful is my blossom watered with Your blood and tears
Opened with a faith unfurled by Light I venerate
Devotions trumpet from a callous soul once solus - jubilant the
Lifeless root that stood futile in fertile remorse before I
Yielded my yoke to the hands of merciful Love; please Lord
Grant me the fortitude to face my sorrow - Your
Resurrection reminds me of the sacred sacrifice endured
Accepted with the courage I strive to possess -- though I
Cannot conceive.. I believe in the circle of contentment; the
Essence and embrace of God’s white whorl of salvation
Susan Ashley
June 1, 2021
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This is a well deserved tribute that I'd like to share
For those wonderful people working in our health care
Doctors, nurses, paramedics and admin staff too
Auxiliaries and cleaners risking their lives for you.
All over the world ex health staff answered a call
To form with ex colleagues a formidable wall
Against the Coronavirus that's bringing death and misery
Infecting thousands of people in every country.
Many people have come forward offering their services too
Performing none medical tasks that nurses often do
And those vulnerable people who are living in isolation
Looked after by volunteers bringing food and medication.
Father Beradelli an Italian priest his life he did give
Refusing a ventilator so that a younger person might live
The list of good deeds by strangers whom we'll never know
Would fill volumes of books and continues to grow.
The army, police and fire-fighters are playing a part too
Trying to keep some normality for me and for you
Shops and supermarket staff too are on the front line
Delivery drivers moving goods to secure a lifeline.
There are many more unseen heroes not mentioned here
But memories of their actions we will always hold dear
You the reader can play your part even one small kind deed
By helping neighbours and strangers in their hour of need.
Written on 27th March 2020.
...inspired by 'The Salamander' by C.S. Lewis
The sun bore down with blinding rays,
the oceans boiled and came to nought,
it was withal the end of days
with every living creature caught,
when from the rocks, agile, adept,
a tiny lizard meekly crept.
With roughened skin and beady eye
he reconnoitered through the haze,
no stranger to a blazing sky
it lay in shade, at last to laze,
it raised his head, albeit weak,
and rallied, then began to speak.
"The Future of Mankind is sealed,
the devil's bell has tolled and won,
no recompense, no last appeal,
eclipsed before you have begun
to fight disease and lawlessness,
the hallmarks of your wickedness.
No light will break from yonder stars
to help you in your hour of need,
your destiny these blighted scars
that seal your folly and your greed,
alone with your predicament,
God's only live experiment.
To mess with Nature to your shame,
to disregard His Holy Name,
to vilify the Golden Rule
will label you the Biggest Fool,
death comes quick as you will see,
the bell has tolled, and tolled for thee."
The symbol of remembrance is the red poppy
When I look upon it, this is what I see,
I see courage, sacrifice and extreme bravery
See thousands enlisting to defend their country.
I see other nationalities, every colour and creed
Who came to help England in her hour of need
I see water filled trenches with deep mud and rain
I see flashes of gunfire and hear the wounded in pain.
I see and hear the big guns that sound like thunder
I see a Europe at war slowly being torn asunder
I see the deadly yellow clouds of dense mustard gas
Hear the cries of those poor souls breathing their last.
I see the battles that were won and some that were lost
I hear the sounds of victory that came at a great cost
I see the graves of the fallen who gave us that victory
Remembering the sacrifice they made for their country.
I feel the pain of the mothers who gave us their sons
At wars end feel the peace when they silenced the guns
We mourn all those that died and for them we must pray
But war is not the answer we must seek a better way.
When you wear your poppy always do so with pride
Honour two minutes silence for the brave fallen who died.
So the next time that you look upon that little red poppy
Just pause for a moment and tell me what you see.
Written 16th May 2018.
You were always close by when I needed you so
I’m really sorry but I have to let you go
You were always there to comfort me
But I don’t need you in my life anymore
I held you so gently in my hands
You were always there to wipe away my tears
Sorry I’ve got to drop you so suddenly
You were always there for me in my hour of need
Guess I’m going to have to put my tissue in the bin
Jan Allison
21st November 2014
Should I search for you through lotuses of gold
or climb pyramids of truth and go beyond the self?
If I were Ghost of Amdapor,
could I possibly un-clock the secret
of a shadow bringer's touch?
If I were perception at its best
would these emerald eyes transmute
into the umbra of your light?
If these wings of mine were Love
stretching further than the ocean blue,
could I cover you ?
If I were mercy's Angel
at deepest hour of need
would you be an echo of my living past
or the song of our tomorrows child
my love?
If I were yours and you were mine
inside this peaceful lake
I call my heart,
Would you be rock salt or would you be,
water.
Dec 9 2023
The Lord be with you!
Almighty Lord, Fountain of Wisdom, Thank You for the Grace You have given
Your children this past year. Thank You for all Your children to whom You
have shown mercy, and brought home to Your loving Kingdom. Thank You for those who's
suffering You have ended, for our Families and Friends, whom You have watched over. I Pray
Dear Lord, that in the New Year that comes, that Your Loving Grace will envelope us in our
hour of need. Allow us the wisdom to give thanks for all that we have, no matter how small
and insignificant it may seem,
and the Love and Grace to give to those who have not. I Pray that You allow
our children see, what we have not, to hear what we have dismissed, to Love those we have
not. Hear our Prayers for Servicemen and women throughout the world,
that You Give them protection from harms way, and that they be kept safe in Your
countenance. Hear our Prayers for those who Govern, that You may grant them
the wisdom to make decisions that are just, that will better Mankind not destroy
it. Almighty and Merciful Father We ask and Pray for the forgiveness of our sins,
and that we be granted the strength and Grace to walk in Your way in this New Year.
In Prayer we ask this in the Name of Your Son, Jesus Christ......Amen
The Lord be with all of you this New Year......+
I can write, and you can sing
let us combine what we bring,
sweet music will be our thing.
You can draw a picture,
and I can fill it in
joining our talents into a masterpiece.
I can read to you a book, a chapter, or a line
and you can sit by my side
Peace can be found in quality time.
I can drive you to the store in your hour of need
You can bake the macaroni while I grill the corn
together we can share the food, and weather any storm.
And if you are half the picture you want to see
there I am around the corner
with the other half of we.
everywhere i turn and everywhere i twist from the east into the west...
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
in pitch blackness or on dead end roads
in pure darkness or in bottomless holes
from lambs to wolves
with force or finesse
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
surrounded by shadows and followed by forms
when mushroom cloud madness keeps coming with more
from the north to the south
when shouts turn into machine gun spits
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
when danger is driven by demons of destruction i give glory to God and His holy reconstruction
when the black smoke of sin disapates like a mist
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
in my greatest hour of need
entangled and enslaved and wrapped in wicked weeds
when sour seeds sprout into monsterous myths
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
There for me in my hour of need
surprising me with a small gift
How blessed am I …
your friendship is one I cherish
Always having time to listen
when we share a pot of tea
Now I bring shopping for you
to show my appreciation
Kindness and thoughtfulness
are so evident when we talk
So finally I can pay tribute
to my wonderful friend Chris
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A tribute to my wonderful friend Chris Faragher who has been a tower of strength for me especially when my husband had his cancer surgery and I had no support from my parents and sister. Her friendship and support mean the world to me
06/21/20
And from the tree of knowledge, a serpent slid into view
He’d seen it all before, our future he already knew
Moses on some mountain, taking down the tablets god drew
Jesus climbing Calvary, being mocked by fellow Jews
Later history repeats, Galileo scanned the sky
Finds Earth isn’t the centrepiece, gets nailed for asking why
Then Newton made his calculations, watching apples fly
The serpent began nodding, he once gave apples a try
But the overall picture changed, when Einstein measured light
Bending it around stars, real answers warped into sight
His space predictions tied loose ends, causing a major fight
Others found black holes in the theories, they seemed none too bright
Wheelchair bound Hawking figured, but words wouldn’t roll his way
The serpent still hissing, refused to give the game away
Dawkins said god’s a delusion, so there’s no need to pray
Guth papered over cracks, his inflation holds out today
But who is this strange serpent, slithering about the tree
A messenger from our future, or some demigod ET
Charm from my imagination, man’s plain misogyny
Well if you look hard enough earthlings, you may see it’s we!
So there you have my story, blueprints are sketchy indeed
Just like I left out Darwin, because of half truths he freed
What about god, what about god David, who plants our seed
Well like most people, I’ll go searching in my hour of need
By
David Kavanagh
Can I ask you dear Lord, only if you have the time?
Our world leaders need some help, they are in quite a bind
Could you throw down a blessing in hopes they will see?
Please help them look in their hearts and guide the powers that be
In sixty-one days, election time will be here
Could you help guide our voters with a message that’s clear?
Can you comfort the dying from age and disease?
I give you my life, to do with what you please
I also pray for the poet, may your holy spirit fill their soul
Give them beautiful lines so they can help to console
Provide strength for the weak in their hour of need
Thank you for your love and your life-giving seed
I have just one more, if it’s not too much to ask
Could you help Robert Lindley, if you’re up for the task?
He has a weak heart and his wife is quite ill
Maybe you could heal them both, they have a child at home still
September 3, 2020
The sunset palette of the evening ends the day
with wounded men in blood splayed fields
drenched in suffering upon our land from anger
could that such an evening welcome beauty
and bliss with peaceful intentions
not the turbulent rumblings of our enemies souls
as we lay scattered, hungry and weary
on our own ancient lands
trying to forget, thankful for another breath
wishing it were not so
we find no purpose in destruction then to stay alive
here at Wounded Knee
crying with our memories, screaming at our dreams
praying for our ancestors to save us in this our hour of need
Please, Great Father, When does it end?
Must we perish from Mother Earth before they are satisfied
Will they ever be satisfied? Must they have it all?
Will our cries in the wilderness be heard?
5/16/20
Contest Action Adventure
My mother’s brother lies in a grave in Normandy
If he had lived I would have known him as Uncle Stanley
I recall his oval framed picture hanging on Grandma’s wall
Uncle Stanley so youthfully dressed in army attire proud and tall
Stanley’s eyes seem the same as my Uncle Jimmy’s to me
I always imagined Stanley’s voice whenever Uncle Jimmy was with me you see
Most all the men of my mother’s family
Served in their country’s greatest hour of need proudly
My Uncle Jack became a prisoner of war while fighting in Europe
All through my life only once did I ever hear him tell the others of it
Uncle Leonard flew across the English Channel in a flying fortress
I remember him crying when he told my father about this
Uncle J.T. was wounded somewhere in the country of France
I recall him using a cane and joking about never being able to dance
Uncle Ted entered the Great War two years late
He worked in supply – far from the front lines of deadly hate
Uncle Lloyd who is the only brother left alive to this day
Will serve his country yet again on this Memorial Day
As always he will proudly adorn his Marine dress blue on Monday
To lead the city’s festive military parade
I will hoist my country’s flag in my front yard
Sing our National Anthem loudly and hard
I have been so blessed by my mother’s brothers who did so give sacrifice
That I this day am afforded such a rich and wonderful life
Lost in a vacuum of darkness
Hearing beats of a distant drum
A marshaling cadence that harkened
Together we'll overcome
Advancing I paused to listen
The sonorous pounding increased
It's volume and rhythm did hasten
My lonely anxiety had ceased
I knew nothing now could stop me
Adrenaline numbed all sense of fear
My pace became more lively
As the darkness began to clear
Then suddenly another thumping
I tried to make sense of it all
My nerves were raw and jumping
From within I began to recall
With confidence I ventured
To soldier on about
Alone I fought my battles
Sowing seeds of fear and doubt
I found my path had gone astray
And led me far from home
Pride and shame would guide my way
In darkness left to roam
So longing for the sunlight
Without torrential rain
And thoughts of bright tomorrows
Without regard for pain
Into this light still brighter
Casting sins of my confession
The heaviness within my soul
Was lifted from oppression
His grace there to receive me
In my greatest hour of need
Thankful is my heart and soul
His call was there to heed
That beating drum still resonates
In such a blessed way
Now, at last, the prodigal
Is coming home to stay
Spiritually speaking,
Daniel Turner
& Jeannie Minor