HOW CAN I HELP YOU?

The road often traveled is chartered alone,
For one must seek solace in God's peaceful song;
Though full of life's pitfalls, valleys, and hills,
The most beautiful music is heard when we're still.

A friend knows when they're needed, will be by your side,
With no feelings of self righteousness, ego, or pride.
They give all they can and give a bit more,
What greater gift can a grieving heart ask for?

Once a friend asked me, "How can I help you?
I don't know how you face life, with all you've been through.
Give me your suffering, anger, and pain;
Let me walk with you, let's dance in the rain."

I held his hand tightly, not wanting to let go,
Fearing the great emptiness a Mom's broken heart knows.
Seeing pure love in a soul clear and bright,
Just may give the strength to get through this night.

With the greatest reluctance, I bade him farewell,
For these burdens I carry, would lead him through hell:
"Friend, you have helped me in more ways than one,
This is one journey I must walk alone."

Heartaches and blunders, burdens and fears,
Were all that I knew for '20 some' years.
Reaching the end, with nowhere to go,
I thought of a friend that I used to know.

Lifting my eyes to a bright summer sky,
Mirrored reflections of a Mom's gentle sigh:
"Lord, I am reaching for the friend I once knew."
And ready to answer, 'How can I help you?'

©Copyright May 24, 2007 by Lynn C. Price

For all who have lost, how can I help you?