"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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