On bended knee, I say a prayer
For those whose loved ones are not there
The silent victims of the night
Breathing the sorrow of twilight
The broken souls whose scars are deep
With only memories to reap
Who see the world in darker hue
Without the blessed light they knew.

The special ones who fell from grace
With tears of sadness ‘pon their face
Left here on earth to mourn and grieve
The harshest pain one could believe
Their loved ones fly with angels now
Yet, they must carry on somehow
When morning winds whistle and moan
To start another day, alone.

On bended knee, I pray for peace
May burdened souls find sweet release
Within the harbor of God’s Will
Whenever loneliness instills
May Heaven’s Light bring faith and hope
To those who feel they cannot cope
Lead not their bereaved hearts astray
Within His Name, these things I pray.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection