Prayer To The Helping Hand. Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Long, narrow halls breed echo
or do they reach out to the walls,
beckoning their dormancy
to help silence their repetitive mumurs;
And, everyone needs a helping hand -
every now and again.

Mighty Oaks cast shade and romance,
or do they call on Mother Nature
for feed and drink, to enhance
growth, rapture;
And, everyone needs a helping hand -
every now and again.

La Tour Eiffel points towards deity,
or does its grand acerical soar-
on its graphic, empirical history,
our human intrigue for the 'strange';
And everyone needs a helping hand -
every now and again.

There was this old woman praying
over the bedside of a New Yorker,
jingling beads awakened his Death;
'Your Heart has been opened and blest, this day',
she whispered in his head...then disappeared.
'Everyone needs a helping hand',
said the lucky man he was!


FjR-MMXV