Forty Days in the Desert – By Ryan Thompson
Sep 20, 2015 Justin Thompson Memorial
This was the poem that I had wrote in 1999, that my brother liked the most of all of my poetry.
My father asked that this be put on my brother’s funeral program, when he was buried in January of 2002.
Walking through the desert
Be it forty days, or forty years…
I hear gentle whispers from the Spirit
Guiding my emotions to tears
As it turns out
Consequences manifest my deepest fears
It does me no good to scream and shout
The rally cry that I once knew
Sounds to others as only a mere pout
So I shout until my face is blue
The whole time knowing that
Soon my days would be through
My only plea then, was for just one friend
One who understands
Who knows my needs
And feels my pains
A friend that no matter what
Will stroll along by my side
No matter where I go
With the twinkle of an eye
And a sound of a horn
My tired and weary soul, is no longer torn
All that time in what seemed like forty years
I realized with one last breath
How much He really caresRyan Thompson
date January 1999
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