Men, Hearts, Souls

Men lost in shadows, disconnected deep,
From hearts that beat, and souls that keep,
Their consciousness, a distant hum,
A whispered truth, they've yet to become.

Anger simmers, anxiety gnaws,
Grief lingers, like a persistent flaw,
Yet in divine friendship, they find,
A human connection that heals the mind.

God's gentle hand, a guiding light,
Leads them through darkness, into new sight,
Kind souls offer refuge, a gentle shore,
Where wounded hearts can heal, and love more.

In spiritual depths, they find their way,
A connection to something greater each day,
A sense of purpose, a guiding star,
That shines through darkness, near and far.

Their true selves emerging, like dawn's rays,
Shining bright, in the warmth of loving gaze,
Healed, whole, and free, they stand tall,
With God as their helper, through it all.