The broken pieces you left behind

Why did you leave before your time

I have come, open your eyes here I am
Come back to us as soon as you can
We had you only for a very short span
The house is but a hollow without life
The pain is piercing through like a knife
Your voice no longer fills the four walls
All that is received are the empty calls
Saw only agony in your deep brown eyes
Before death came in a deceiving disguise
No one can replace what is long gone
Only wish is your return in every dawn
Will search for you in heaven and earth
Will leave no stone unturned till death
I heard nature shed her tears as I knelt
Nothing said, nothing asked but only felt
All is not lost, hope unfolds by as I moan
Be born again as my blood and my bone
Now that you are at peace with yourself
I shall keep a solemn promise to myself
That I will bind together body and mind
Of all the broken pieces you left behind.

It wouldn't matter

It wouldn't matter
If you lived in a house or a hut,
It wouldn't matter
If you earned in pounds or pennies,
It wouldn't matter
If you slept on bed or bare ground,
It wouldn't matter
If you remained fed or starved,
It wouldn't matter
If you rode a car or a cart,
It wouldn't matter
If you smoked or ate fire,
It wouldn't matter
If you stole or stabbed,
It wouldn't matter
If you swore or sang hymns,
It wouldn't matter
If you  loved or were loved,
Because all that you leave behind,
One day is a jar of ashes.

The Touch

Can you touch God
with your prayers,
with your thoughts?
God answered to man,
when you touch
another being
with your actions
and your prayers,
through him
you touch me
body and soul.

The Woods

The pine, the spruce, the honey
and the dew
The mud, the grass, the meadow
and the bough
The chirping, the croaking, the buzzing
and the howl
The posies, the peonies, the roses
and the berries
The moss, the lichen, the vine
and the willow
The warm, the cold, the pale
and the sticky
The given, the trodden, the laden
and the hidden
The wind, the sunshine, the rain
and the snow
The green, the yellow, the brown
and the mellow
The dead, the birth, the fallen
and the forsaken
All together yet away
from each other
That beautiful life of the woods
is what I yearn to live

The others

They will have their hands
Outstretched for you
If they ever find you
Standing at the end of the cliff
They are no bloodline,
No next of kin nor dear brother Jim
Just some strangers you meet
On the street or in the rain
Folks mighty as the ox
Strong as a rock, sharp as the fox
They poke as they pin,
trust is a hard thing to win
Some sigh, some stay high,
Others just say a long kiss goodbye
Down the road, up the hill,
They would ride with you to hell
Ride the journey with them
On many a horses or bikes
Whatever is that you can find
To reach the finish line
Help comes from the most
Unexpected of places and people
Call them angels, guardians

Or miracles of nature

You can just call them

All or just 'the others'