Warmth
I bask in the warmth
Of heavens glow
Gentle raindrops
Bathe my soul
Daemons retreat
For where they came
To no longer point
Their fingers of blame
A healing light
As the sun shines down
Lighting my path
While I’m homeward bound
Rising up
From my fall from grace
I have arrived
At a sacrosanct place
Copyright © Ernest Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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