Friday, October 12, 2012

AYOTEAHEN.


          AYOTEAHEN.





I have sat beneath,
Your feet and wept.
For the lonely, for sorrow,
And for the myriad of dying.
I came here to ask,
That you watch over still,
All that will listen,
To peace and a new way.
Help us please,
To not fear more pain,
Not to cause more pain,
Wash our tears in the rain,
Make our hearts whole again.
At the door you stand,
Proud as our guardian here,
Not withering or cowaring,
Always drawing us near,
That we could go on to hear,
A day filled with only cheer.