For the lonely

Cradle them with angels wings white drifted,
Flight feathers free with snowflakes first falling
carry their hearts, alabaster sifted,
Seraphim raised souls, 'tis your calling
for one day clear give them peace of spirit
A road trod by many is not of merit
Opportunity walked softly by, here
but more deserved they of Christmas cheer
for those who wait, but still remain unseen,
Give them the gift to feel a part, to dream,
Let me the blind and thoughtless, God I pray
be a friend to friendless upon this day.

Olias