IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!
I was kind of thinking, what stirs an indifferent soul
what drives away the emptiness and makes one whole?
what a puzzle it is to find what appeals-
A quietus for every grief, that definitely heals!
Mesmerized, when I realised its one true remedy,
as I sauntered the road down to Schenectady;
just a simple caress, as a mother held her own-
A hug that speaks more than what was seen or shown!
I stopped in my tracks, amazed at such passion,
displaying the divinest of all divine, yet merely an action.
The night was cool and dear as a wishing star sped by,
and I knew what my wish was, with just a sigh!
Like a haze I caught my breath as the clouds covered;
touched way beyond as the snow-my pale skin smothered.
With understanding I knew nothing else could come from above-
Than the greatest gift of all-I leave for you to resolve!
The prisoner of Christ.
