Poem by Richard Shere

Condemned To Die

Why do they leave me here all alone to die? I hold out my hand and cry
From the mountain tops and they just stare from far….
Not willing to help me as if it would endanger their own lives.
But it will not, for they cannot be held for their actions if they were to only reach out a hand to save me.
Am I not worthy? Have they no compassion? Is my life worth so little? Can they not see my tears? And do they not know I need help?
Is it I, Oh Father, that must reach out and help them? And bringthem through this walk of deaththat all of us must take? To comfort them along the way so that they will know our Lord is waiting?
Take my hand then and follow me, thy lost sheep, and we shall walk in the light as brothers and sisters, and know that we are all God’s children, free from the injustice in this world…
For it is not too late to care for and help one another on this walk of death we all must take. May the blessing of our father continue to bring comfort and peace to your soul. Amen

By Richard Shere