A Prayer For The Sad Ones Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I watch cut flowers droop and die
Right in my cozy room
And thoughts arise of homeless men
Who lost their childhood's bloom

There was a time when each of them
Was innocent and young
They may have had a parent, too
Now lost, unknown, unsung

But soon their paths began to twist
In hardship's brutal strife
And bit by bit they came undone
Skid row was now their life

My hope is that a seed or two
From flowers dropp to earth
And that the miracle of growth
Will sprout a brand new birth

Could it be, too, that one sad soul
Whose days are filled with dread
Might one day reach for wings of grace
And grab faith's golden thread?

I watch cut flowers droop and die
Right in my cozy room
And thoughts arise of homeless men
Who lost their childhood's bloom.