Ataraxis
On a cool March morning...
With the sun shining dim behind the clouds...
A full-moon fades slowly
As I look into the horizon...
Starring at nothing- stuck on thought...
My mind begins to drift into at tranquil state of mind
A cold breeze reddens my cheeks...
As I stand in my moment of quietude
Sudden chills goose-bumps my flesh
Privately, I asked the lord...
"Father, can you hear me...
I cry each night to you...
For the safety and good health of my loved ones"
"Take my hand first- 'fore my loved ones
I ask, the lord
Suddenly, upon my cheeks, as the sun begins to shine bright...
A warm wind breezes my nose ...
Sending yet another trail of chills upon my flesh
It was he whose heard me, for that I am sure
In warmth, I close my eyes and thank our father...
For hearing my cries- peace of mind settles in
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3/7/2020
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2020
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