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This poem was written for a friend that relapsed. I love him and am so glad he found his way back.

Soft whispers surround them, calling upon their souls.

He stands there in the shadows calling them back to

what they know.

Who will cry for these fellows that have fallen?

Who will lead them back to the healing road ?

For he stands in the shadows, cunning and deceiving.

His hands stretched out offering gifts of sweet poison

to those willing to follow him into depths unknown.

But who will bring them back, those who have fallen?

Who will lead them back to the healing road?

There he stands waiting to see who will answer his cal.

He offers sweet poison and promises of bliss.

But his promises are cold, they are no promises at all.

So who will save the fallen?

Who will lead them back to the healing road?

He hides behind his lies. 

He is no friend of mine.

His hands are cold. His promises cannot hold.

Open your eyes fellow brothers see the serpent rise from shadows where he hides.

Open your eyes and see the great Rose of Sharon rise.

 He brings hope. 

For He is the One that cries for the lost souls. 

He is the one that can lead those who have fallen, back to the healing road.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Elizabeth. A powerful and worthwhile poem.
"Open your eyes and see the great Rose of Sharon rise.
He brings hope.
For He is the One that cries for the lost souls.
He is the one that can lead those who have fallen, back to the healing road"
The above lines are realistic. We must heal ourselves and find forgiveness. Hard place to find and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote