Help descends from the mountains and arises

b''h 

2013/09/28

Help descends from the mountains and arises

From the oceans.  It rains down from the clouds and

It comes noiselessly -- without any sound -- and

It almost always surprises us...

For we are feeling too weak to

Think -- or even to speak of

Our need -- or of our loneliness -- and

We fear we're anonymous -- and that no one

Will ever know us.  So -- slowly --

We live -- till one day from the sky -- as if a

Miracle -- help arrives -- quietly...

Just as we would have turned to go.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Help does come from all sorts of places. And just when we think we have none, it arrives most unexpectedly. You have written a very good poem and I like the way the stanzas flow into each other.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Thank you GAA for reading and writing to me about my poem. I am very touched. I hope all is well with you and yours. Sincerely, David

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if we wait that last split second more before we turn away, help will come, bad situations may turn, and that love may come around the corner...just when we are giving up...
i like the hopefulness found in this write...

jacob

[Firestone Feinberg]

Such hopefulness is usually unknown territory to me... don't know quite where this one came from, but I hope it heralds a change. Thanks Jacob for your kindness and your warmth. --David

[bobc]

D...I enjoyed this very much. Well crafted and well done...bobc

[Firestone Feinberg]

Thanks Bob. I am happy that you like it. So nice of you to tell me. --David