Thoughts on a Quiet Winter's Night (O Come all ye Fearful)

A poem written in honor of my new advice column endeavor- as well as those that support it, and those that mock it.

Come to me with open arms,

and I will be your hug.

Come to me with needle poised,

and I will be your drug.

 

But come to me with heartless ice,

and a mind that's plucked and bare,

So that I can't help but wonder what

goes on behind your stare.

 

Come to me, a friend in need,

and I will be your aid,

Come to me, a broken soul,

And the damage I'll dissuade.

 

But come to me in twilight thought,

A quaint but careless deed,

And I'll steer you toward your perfect path,

but no cries for help I'll heed.

 

Come to me, o' suffering man,

the prince and pauper same

Come to me, the ash of life

And we'll revive your flame.

 

Come to me, the rich and poor

The neglected, the revered.

Come with all your troubles laid

And with all the things you've feared.

 

When you come, then we will dance!

On top of worries, now forlorn.

We can turn the darkness into light;

We can break through any storm.

 

But come to me, a withered you,

And I cannot but pray,

That you will find your truth somewhere,

That you will live again, someday.

Reviews

[Shea Eugene]

I love the notion that refuge involves dancing!
We all seek refuge and shelter in so many ways - I feel I've gained a new perspective of a basic need after this read. Thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and positive poem. Each set of line create hope. I like the kind feel and the desire to take away pain and sadness. A very strong ending to a outstanding poem. Welcome to the site.
Coyote