Lost and Faithless When Silent Prayers Die
Lost and faithless when silent prayers die, Old men tremble in the coming last day; Hold on, hold on, do not breathe the last sigh.
My strength, my reason, my fiercest ally, Today I cradle you as we pray, Lost and faithless when silent prayers die.
Remember the words, the ring, the red sky On bended knee, I asked you to stay. Hold on, hold on, do not breathe the last sigh.
You breathe like a machine, that’s no lie; Oh God, oh God, it’s hard to watch her decay. Lost and faithless when silent prayers die.
Our girls came, still not understanding why, With words spoken late, all they had to say, Hold on, hold on, do not breathe the last sigh.
With hair barely there you whispered goodbye, I broke, with your love, your death, on full display. Lost and faithless when silent prayers die, Hold on, hold on, do not breathe the last sigh.
_________________________ Michael Ritoch plays at being a poet/writer. He finds joy in his wife, two daughters, cats, one is really fat and the other is neurotic, reading philosophy written by old dead guys, and his friends. He writes about leadership, pain, life, suffering, and whatever comes to mind.
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