Father, listen, do you hear The wailing spirit's desperate sound? See you the black despair That like a python 'round his neck is wound? His light, it flickers, dimmer seeming, As he off his hope is weaning, As the stars all fall careening From his eyes down to the ground. He wonders if You've vanished, Or if π½β― is lost to ne'er be found.
Father, I know that You And your compassion for us Men are real. Your hands can still do miracles, My eyes have πβ―β―π them work and heal. So hear my prayer as I plead For this dear soul in dire need -- Set him from this bleak shadow freed, Wrap him in love that he can feel! And if he must these fires endure, Then forge him into stronger steel.
Apr '25
This poem is based on prayers I've said several dozen times for two people in my life. As I was writing this, I also had a third in mind whom I've never met. If it happens to apply to you, it was written for you as well.