The Hand on my shoulder

The wreckage is at your feet, 

It's outside and in the street, 

It doesn't matter what you think or feel, 

It's imagined and it isn't real. 

The wreckage is in sight and in mind, 

It's on an unusual level of a rare kind, 

What you see is not what you get,  

Generate a calm mind then this you will forget. 

The wind blows strong, 

The tree still stands, 

I'm not in control, 

It's not in my hands, 

If it falls it falls, 

Only time will tell, 

Do not fear the future or worry about the past, 

Be still at all times as the Truth itself is vast. 

A hurricane is like the devil himself, 

Both attempt to move us, break us and devastate us,

A catastrophic mentality brings about panic and alarm, 

But with peace and prayer comes an impenetrable calm. 

Your friend lays his hand on your shoulder, 

A simple gesture, a simple act, 

But the impact is life changing and mind rearranging, 

Such kindness and such beauty, 

It makes you wonder, 

You are loved, 

You are treasured, 

Your are cherished,

You are special for a special reason, 

Though ongoing is the change of the wind and the changing of season, 

He never changes his mind, 

He is always loving, 

He is always kind, 

His heart remains the same day in day out, 

Sunrise to Sunset,

And this we must never forget. 

On that day that you feel crippled and that day may return, 

You're ready to rise again, 

As faith is stronger than fear, 

And as the Sun rises you mind is made clear, 

That forces of nature are only skin deep, 

And when I feel weak and weep, 

I am heard and helped every time,

As the hand on my shoulder made the Moon and the Sun shine, the Earth we live on and the Star's align.