The Visitor

You stole in unbeknownst to me with soft and silent tread, You laid your hands upon my heart and my confusions fled. They stretched and flexed their crumpled wings unused to flights of joy, they tripped and skipped in gratitude just like a little boy, and by degrees my troubled soul took solace from above, my empty feelings of despair transfigured by Your Love. Last Modified: June 09, 2015 at 10:30 am © bickerstaffe - all rights reserved Author Notes ...some time ago I spent seven weeks in confinement recovering from a spell of clinical depression. I wrote this piece the day before I was released... a thank you note to God for pulling me through.