Letting her take the lead
Her every command l obay
Their in her hour of need
Be it night or be it day
Perhaps off each other we feed
Neither of us willing to walk away
At these times seems hard to read
Never listening to what shed say
Though not your tipcal pedigree
Still her mind game l then play
Perhaps l am an unusal breed
Never the sort to stray
My God, my God why have you forsaken me?
Lord with your hands
You created me
Placed love in my soul
And beauty in my heart
I come to you today
Shattered into a million pieces
Filled with fear and pain
Where is the road back to you?
I wait for your voice to guide me
And find only silence in answer
To my cry for help
My Lord my Lord why have you abandoned me
In my hour of need
The darkness grows around me
Even the stars hide their faces
Are you there Lord?
Can you hear me?
I am a small part of your universe
Did you forget me?
The wind rises
Here I am a voice whispers
Here I am
I turn and see him
A man sitting on a park bench
Smiling as if he knows a secret
I have heard your cry he tells me
Here I am, what can I do for you?
On that night when all seemed lost
I sat on a park bench with the Lord
Creator of the universe
And knew I was someone’s beloved
He came to me as a smiling man
To tell me I was his treasured child
All was as it should be
All would be well
In the tasks that lie ahead
Open mind and fortitude
I will never fear or dread
Many battles I must fight
To help keep me safe and sound
Life will test my very core.
But I must not fall to ground.
For inner strength I will find
Searching deep within my soul
To overcome these challenges
That propels me to my goal
You believe, then you can be
Whatever dream you do seek
Even with a tortured soul
Can strength be found in the weak
Rise this morn with will of steel
And determined to succeed
For you will be a victor
To conquer your hour of need
In Their Hour Of Need
In their hour of need plant a seed of hope
for its in the giving that you can help them cope
In their hour of loneliness take them to His Holy hem
be a light to their shadow and pray with them
In their hour of loss, build a foundation, sturdy and strong.
Give of your best silver and gold, restore their bird song.
In their hour of pain, give a broad shoulder to weep on.
Be a quiet presence, reassuring the presence of dawn.
In their hour of grief, jump into the fog, pray along.
Let them find their bearing. Assure them they still belong.
In their hour of need plant a seed of hope
for its in the giving that you can help them cope
In their hour of loneliness take them to His Holy hem
be a light to their shadow and pray with them
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Love, Mystic Rose
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
navaho rainbow owl
appear to me in my dreams
show me my intended paths
bring the people I need into my life
you are my totem, my rock, my strength
you bring me my power and my wealth
I am intrigued by you
also grateful to the sky father
for sending you tonight in my hour of need
The loss of a child, can be quite hard, to bare,
it’s just not the natural order and it will never seem fair.
Our children are everything, we give them our all.
They get every hug and kiss, and we pick them up when they fall.
I remember a little boy who I have not seen, in quite a while.
His laugh was infectious and I can still see his smile.
He is now a grown man, but that is not what I see.
I just see that little boy, laughing and smiling back at me.
He was a part of something special, a family that I love and adore.
They helped mend my broken heart, and never shut their door.
Weekends at the lake and holidays spent in their home,
in my hour of need, they made sure that I was never alone.
No greater love have I seen, in all my days,
than that of this family, with their kind and generous ways.
It’s been twenty-five years since this young boy was born,
I am sorry for your loss, and now with you I will mourn.
As I gather my thoughts, I can feel something break,
a prolonging absence that makes my heart ache.
I have many fond memories of which I hold dear,
but there is nothing I can do, but wish you were still here.
Every time I would fall you were always right there,
you would pick me back up, with a breath of fresh air.
With the sound of your voice and your kind gentle touch,
you always made me feel special, Mom, I miss you so much.
You now dwell in my heart and live on in my mind,
in my hour of need, you’re still easy to find.
With patience and love you brought my life joy,
even though I grow old, I am still your little boy.
You were my light in the darkness, you shushed all my screams,
in a cold evil world, you brought peace to my dreams.
You made the sun shine even brighter and the sky a deeper blue,
I had the world’s best mother, all because of you.
3/17/23
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Left Behind
The hardest moment in my life will find me when you leave.
I will say that I am fine, and I just hope that you believe.
As I stand up tall and straight, I will try to hide my tears.
But inside my heart will break with the beginning of many new fears.
Who will I turn to in my hour of need, what will I do?
It’s hard to imagine my life without having you.
I’m thankful for our time and the love that we have shared.
I just want you to know I’ll miss you and that I’ve always cared.
Each night I’ll think of your smile and the strength that you’ve displayed.
I will keep your memory close, and I will never let it fade.
I’ll always think of you happy and smiling, that will help to ease the pain.
Your next chapter will be tremendous, so my loss will be your gain.
I
In your hour of need, you hurt when those whom you have helped, now go deathly still
II
Remember the psalms: "God is my portion;" and if God is not, you are on death row getting news, you just inherited 3 million dollars.
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.
What happened is certainly enough to appall.
I'm in the Army and I was forced to go AWOL.
I am disgusted by what happened and it's hard to believe.
Even though my brother was dying, they wouldn't give me leave.
I wanted to see my brother one last time before he died.
I plead with my superiors to give me leave but I was denied.
When it came to my late brother, I thought the world of him.
I went AWOL to be by his side and to tell him that I love him.
Now I'm facing a Court Martial, I'm in trouble indeed.
They turned their backs on me in my hour of need.
Now they're treating me like I committed a horrible crime.
But at least I was able to tell my brother that I love him in time.
A Court Martial and time in prison are what I'll probably receive.
But my superiors were cruel and despicable for not giving me leave.
With age comes wisdom
or so they say
We have a few old farts here
who seem, to have lost their way
They lack the intelligence
to be self-aware
They sit and wonder why they are alone
and exactly how they got there
Even though you are lost
We will continue to pray for you
I know that there is good in your heart
no matter what hate you spew
I pray you find wisdom
in your hour of need
Repent and move on
maybe start with a good deed
Rise, warrior hearts and draw your sharp sword
And forever relish this timeless deed
Written by blood history will record
To fight, perhaps die in hour of need
Let the earthen floor be stained red this day
As you cut their flesh on our sacred soil
Yours, the last face seen, their breath slips away
To perish from Earth by hands most loyal
Let your arms draw strength from your iron heart
Let your heart draw strength from your darkest soul
Keep not a memory as they depart
Be the reaper of death in this hellhole
Rest not in the mist of battle, or die
Claim victory only beneath the sky
9/6/20 contest A warrior sonnet
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