The dark, shadow of the reaper follows,
To remind, frighten, slink in the darkness
For too many, familiar faces; here and far
Living faithfully, hopefully and strong.
The heart of family, supports, lovingly,
The alone, grasp for support, seeking help
From the only ones willing to reach out,
Out, of the dark, as danger draws nearer.
And their voices vibrate in gratitude
As they hear God's voice humming in their hearts,
Assuring them of his presence and light.
When the cure comes, willingly, they escape,
Reapers path, for now, and life can reshape.
My first Sonnet and written for May's ALS Awareness Month.
Dedicated to my fallen warriors Helen and Pam.