Questions rising, turmoil surging,
voices often can destroy.
People speak with careless freedom-
wrecking balls have no dismay.
When within the shattered caverns,
gentle souls lift up their heads,
they find solace left in panic,
while their hearts sobbed out it’s pain.
Faithful presence – warm, enduring,
is the hallmark of a friend.
When the packs come round to slay me,
that is when a fury rises
in those hearts who won’t betray.
When I’m close knit with my heroes,
they step in as solace leaves
and become my light of day.
Author – Bill Tidsbury