''Who Will Help The Widow's Son?''A Poem by Dwayne J. Keeves
I am left in a world of destitute. All have forsaken; Yes even the earth has fallen from under my feet.
The stars of haven has forgotten to shine on me. Even the golden sun flees at my being. Who Will Help The Widow's Son? The earth has become my enemy. Even the beast of the field has made prey of me. My journey from city to city is but, the dust under my feet. Why must I linger in further dismay? My suffering is not seen nor; my cries heard. Who Will Help The Widow's Son? Is there not one who careth that I perish? The rant of the ages consumes my soul. Much like unto the rivers where rain refuse to fall; Thus I dry up, and made empty. The world has become my life long burden although from her dust were I conceived. The fruit thereof has been forbidden of me. Woe unto me that wonders as one lost in the wilderness. Have you not heard of ''The Widow's Son?'' Are you not his brother or even such as he? His stress has become yours. His basket you must fill. He must not stand alone in a world so cold. Draw the riches of the land at his feet, that he may know what is all kind and sweet. Who will at last; help the Widow's Son?
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4 Reviews Added on October 6, 2017 Last Updated on October 6, 2017 AuthorDwayne J. KeevesCamden, ARAboutLives in Arkansas.I'm a brick and block layer of 25 years. I also pastor two local churches in my area. I enjoy writing, reading, fishing and metal detecting. The father of four girls and one newly bo.. more..Writing
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