Oracle

They come to me
For comfort
For advice
For an ear to listen

From all over
They find me
For a shoulder to cry on
And a soft spoken voice

Ever they come
Broken and sorrowful
Seeking understanding
In a world so cruel

They cry aloud
For dreams broken
Shattered upon the floor
Never to be fulfilled

I sit with them
And weep
For tomorrows
That never come

Yet I also offer hope
Old dreams may die
But new dreams are born
The future beckons

Within timeless death
There is light and life
The cycle renews
Ever onward

I pray every day
That I do the right thing
That I offer aid
And not cause harm

For these precious souls
Who seek something more
Than fractured lives
Lost in a void