Sunday, April 8, 2012

"Comeback" (poem)

  Written in response to a prompt from Poetic Bloomings: "Making a Comeback."

~ Comeback ~

I used to hear the rustling of the wings
Of Angels, every time a child would smile,
I used to see in ordinary things
The miracles.  Then for a dark long while
My soul was sleeping.  I was deaf and blind.
I staggered, burdened by my anxious mind.
But on my path I never was alone,
I felt the presence each and every day
Of Him, who left his Heav’nly golden throne
To be with me, to help me on my way.
His gentle touch my troubled soul healed,
Alive again, in silent prayer I kneeled.

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

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