Drifting

This poem is for friends who seem to be trapped in a mindset that is leading them down the wrong path.

Drifting

I see the creek flow gently by,
I watch the leaves which drift along,
With prayers I seek to change the course,
But still naïve, they won’t turn ’round;

I see them drifting towards their doom,
Aware there’s no way I can save them—
I see no shift, as hope is dying,
The creek will flow till all is lost…

But in my fears I had forgotten
The greater sum that love provides;
For ever near, the hand of love
Will pluck them from the doom they face.