A distinct rumble of thunder
Echoing through the stormy night
The mainland folks are all in slumber
As a ship is washed up onto the rocks
What a ghastly sight!

Grant them the courage to know that night
That as a survivor something is wrong
To anyone else surviving too
Grant them the strength to be strong!

Thus the knowledge of care
When the world has shifted
The help that is there, when
It feels like reality's a-drifted

Patience, my friends,
if it feels like the end
Death is not the final note
Love is what keeps us all, afloat

All emotions, let them go too
Words not said are the spoken truth
Passion is passion, no matter the cost
Prayers going up to those that are lost

Memories cut too deep for the people to share
Pain too extreme for the burden to bear
Maybe there is more out there to help those that care
Lessen the burden to make it well known

all people in need can pick up their 'phone
Spirit know that love is not lost
We just need to work with them, no matter the cost
Be open to all possibilities that universally come true
As this writer writes these words down from me into you

As you are realising now, it is a lesson well learned
Not to ignore someone or not pick up the phone
Always wake up to those in need,
Do not allow more lives to bleed,

Pain of the past can be let go at last!
Maybe we can all enjoy a beautiful new start
Maybe at this point, souls will be freed
Uplifting each other, to bring about peace

Xx


Never ignore someone else in need of help if they reach out to you.
Be kind. You never know when you might be in the same boat.

Nice poem and so true .

I appreciate the sentiment you've expressed here, CelticRose.

thank you x its what popped up out of the blue so an impromptu write.