Blessed Be you
For hearing my prayers

An angel is reaching out to you
When there’s a storm
There is protection

For him, the child
In the street
Wondering
Thinking
What will I have tomorrow

He is alone with he’s thoughts
Thinking not knowing
The answer

In his solitude
With the same wonder
For years
He was searching
Protection
A meal
A home

Hoping

and thinking

I just have me

And it’s enough

Solitude, you teach me
You make me grow

I had my water
Just one glass

I am blessed
Because it’s mine

nice poem

It is in solitude that we sometimes find the answers within ourselves........

Contemplating, meditating, realizing...appreciating the things around you, in peace and quiet, being one with your surrounding, in deep thought you become one with your inner self. Grateful for everything you have now, embracing your aloneness...yes in solitude the world is all yours...just you and the earth beneath you. Just glad to be alone, drinking the beauty of it all. How blessed are you with the life bestowed upon you. In your solitude and in prayer, you are one with God...May all your prayers be answered.

Solitude get old after awhile

nice poem...thanks for sharing.

A thought provoking piece. Thanks for sharing it, my friend.

Alone but not lonely .., nice one Lou

Thank you, my beauty.

and thank you everyone. I aprreciate all of you.

This reminds me of all the homeless children, The Matchgirl and gratitude.
Nice x

On a cold New Year's Eve, a poor, young girl tries to sell matches in the street. She is already shivering from cold and early hypothermia, and she is walking barefoot having lost her too large slippers.[1] Still, she is too afraid to go home, because her father will beat her for not selling any matches, and also as the many cracks in their shack can't keep out the cold wind. The girl takes shelter in a nook or alley and sits down.[2]

The girl lights the matches to warm herself. In their glow she sees several lovely visions, starting with a warm stove, then a luxurious holiday feast where the goose almost jumps out at her, and then a magnificent Christmas tree larger than the one at the rich merchant's house. The girl looks skyward and sees a shooting star; she then remembers her late grandmother saying that such a falling star means someone is dying and is going to Heaven. As she lights the next match, she sees a vision of her grandmother, the only person to have treated her with love and kindness all through her life. To keep the vision of her grandmother alive for as long as she can, the girl lights the entire bundle of matches at once.

After running out of matches the child dies and her grandmother carries her soul to Heaven. The next morning, passers-by find the girl dead in the nook, frozen with a smile on her face, and guess the reason for the burnt-out matches beside her. They feel pity for her, although they had not shown kindness to her before her death. They have no way of knowing about the wonderful visions she saw before her death or how gloriously she is celebrating the New Year in Heaven with her grandmother.

i read this book and i cried.

wiki.com.

i know what you mean.

It is a tragedy, but a beautiful story Lu.
I think innocence suffering in a mostly corrupt world is the most difficult to comprehend.

sigh.

I love this!!!!

Nice my friend

...........Love you! en effet c'est par l'amour et la bonté qu'on peut convertir le mal en bien....thank you very much!

C’est la vie !!

your poem made me smile, including the feedback it recieved

As a child, experiencing poverty and homelessness, my life was touched by kindness. Although unfairly distributed, there is abundant kindness and the release of that generosity is only for many, a choice away. Your writing is beautiful and thought provoking. Thank you for sharing.