Poem: Prayer for the Lost and Wandering
Your path and feet have parted ways,
and though none but you may find it,
your chosen methods leave a daze
over those you love who’d mind it.
I have watched you of many days,
your worldview with confusion rife,
unknowing, watched you slip away,
seen what you have done to your life.
I wait in silent simmering
for word from the lady of trees.
Rock bottom dropped from under me
lifting my prayers up to the breeze
that they may be carried to She
Who resides now in summer bright,
that She may grant Her blessings three
to reach you in your deepest night.
Heed them, at your peril ignore
the signs and portents you have made.
You have been placed at Justice’ door
It’s only She can give you aid.
Those who love you do fear for you,
and sadly of you they fear same.
Metaphors cannot help you, true;
it is left to you to take blame.
I plead You, Psychopomp, hear this:
he lies at losing’s very door.
It’s not his time, he’s gone amiss,
must mend those precious things he tore.
I love you like a dear brother,
Gentle, clever, witty, and true.
Your place, ne’er filled by another,
Is now taken by something else.
Posted on 2011/07/11, in Divinity Known, Grief, Hekate, Hermes, Love, Persephone, Poetry, Spirituality, Structured - Miscellaneous, Tales from Life and tagged love, poetry, prayers. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.