Ashes In The Wind

Ashes In The Wind short poem

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I stand before you on the edge,
A risen cliff above the ocean.
Many times my life I’ve pledged,
Followed the book and went through the motions.

But you’ve forsaken me, my Lord.
And I hear nothing but the wind.
I’ve prayed, given what I could afford,
Yet all my hopes I now rescind.

It broke me in every way,
Watching them pass into eternal rest.
And through it all, each and every day,
I cried to you, but I was not addressed.

You did not speak to me, my Lord.
You sat and watched as their bodies thinned.
And all that which I once adored,
My wife, my son, ashes in the wind.

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