Will You Come To Me?

Solitary Man

Will you come to me when least I expect.
And startle me to awe?
The love for which I’ve yearned so long
To have to yearn no more.

Will one day I find you in my life?
To fill my heart’s own need
And be the one to whom I cleave
The one through whom I’m freed

Such lonely nights of empty bed
And heart and safe embrace
When will I meet you in desire
And lead you to your place

Your place of honour and of love
The place where you belong.
A place of music, laughter, joy
And love’s eternal song.

Or am I destined to be alone
A solitary sole
Without that helpmeet by my side
Am I ever truly whole?

I love my Lord and always will
He embraces all I know
But in my walk He calls for faith
Not everything’s on show.

And yet I trust in His true love
His Fathering of me
He knows my needs and my desires
He loves eternally

So in Him I lay my heartfelt trust
My Joy’s, my sorrows too
To Him I lay this true request
That I be blessed by you.

And if it’s not His will for me
A wife to have once more.
Then I must yield unto that will
And walk my pathway sure.

Sure in the knowledge that He heard
And yet knew best for me.
To be but a son, and just a son
My eternal destiny.

Lest I forget, I call to mind
That I once was joint-hearted
With gentle gift of a precious wife
Before our lives were parted.

So I thank you Lord, for what I had
And the love that once I tasted
And I offer sorrow, in my guilt
For the gift I know I wasted.

© Kevin A. Deane

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You can read into this poem anything that strikes your heart about it.  I don’t really feel that I want to comment on it very much or really go into it’s motivations.  But I do hope you enjoy it.  (Apologies for the poor recording, my breathing was bad when I recorded it.)

My Dearest Friend

My Dearest Friend

I met you and loved you
knew that with you I’d stay.
A bright new tomorrow,
came with each passing day.

I held and caressed you,
each time we were near.
but that this just distressed you
soon became clear.

I just couldn’t see it,
tried to understand.
Why you pulled away
from the touch of my hand

I kissed with passion,
you kissed with pain.
I touched with loving,
but you felt with shame.

I thought of the future
of a love that would last.
Your mind went hurtling
to the pain of the past.

then one day you told me
of that so dreadful deed.
when one man answered
his own sexual greed.

A stabbing sensation,
shot through my heart and my mind.
How was I so thoughtless?
how was I so blind?

With tears in our eyes,
by each other we knelt,
and I tasted a piece
of all the pain that you felt.

And that’s when you gave me
the purest true gift.
You shared in that moment,
all the pain that you’ve lived.

And with each fallen tear
as together we cried,
I just couldn’t help
my heart from filling with pride.

not for myself
nor for the moment we shared.
But for the person you are
and the fact that you cared.

Cared for our loving,
our today and tomorrow
So much you were willing
to re-live such sorrow.

I have no magic wand,
nor spell I could cast,
to help you forget
all the pain of the past.

But one thing I have
that will never end.
the truth of your being
my own dearest friend

© Kevin A. Deane

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This poem is one I wrote for my dear wife. It speaks of a moment that we shared together.

A Child’s Prayer

A Child's Prayer

Johnny was an infant,
a single lonely lad.
Johnny knew no happiness,
he was nearly always sad.

He’d lay upon his bed at night
and listen to his parents fight.
Often he would lay and cry
and wish that he could fall and die.

Then his father went away
and with his mother he would stay,
He thought within a sorry state
from his Pa to him was there only hate?

The clock of life it still ticked on
but slower now his Pa had gone.
His heart and soul would wear a crack
until the day his Pa came back.

His seventh birthday, just as he ought.
A present for him his Pa had brought.
His parents eyes they met because
of the thought of love that was.

Was there a rekindling of that flame?
Did a spark of love remain?
Soon after Johnny had gone to bed,
they both crept in to kiss his head.

Into his bedroom they both crept,
not to wake him as he slept.
But they both paused beside the door,
their son was knelt upon the floor.

Yes kneeling down, beside his bed.
His hands before his lowered head.
They couldn’t turn and creep away,
the had to stop and hear him pray.

“Oh God above, I know not where.
Hear me as I make my prayer.
Long ago Pa went away,
but thanks to you he’s back today.

But Lord your job, just ain’t not done.
I want them always to be as one.
Together we’re a family.
Ma and Pa and little me.

They love each other, this you know.
but some how this they cannot show.
Oh Lord, my prayer’s a simple one.
Forgive them Lord, they’re only young.

Lord, please stop my life of misery.
Help us be a family,
And Lord please show your love for them.
Thank you Lord, and oh, Amen.”

His parents eyes they met a while.
and amidst their tears they both did smile.
We’d forgive the Lord for feeling smug,
as they gave each other a loving hug.

Then to his parents did Johnny run.
He praised the Lord, His job was done.
His heart and soul now are cured.
The three are one so praise the Lord!

© Kevin A Deane.

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I wrote this poem many years ago now. Maybe you shed a tear whilst reading it. Don’t worry I shed bucket loads whilst writing it. In truth this is not my own story, like so many of my poems this is one about someone else. Sadly the story of marital breakup is far too common but at least for Johnny there was a happy ending.