Vision of Christ

I was uneasy throughout the day on Monday Attended to my routine chores halfheartedly I read the morning newspaper nonchalantly Without grasping a fraction of the fine print. Could not concentrate on anything specific Felt as though enveloped by a vague feeling I was sucked into an inexpressible vacuum And somehow dragged myself till days ‘end. My most incorrigible habit of surfing the net And logging in to face book and poetry soup Which I find normally a cause of cheerfulness Failed me remain hooked on to them dearly. But by Tuesday morning the scenery changed I got up feeling refreshed and feather-like; light I had a vision of the good shepherd; Jesus, that Ushered peace that passeth all understanding.