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 Pick a Title, Vol 14 Tristich Poetry Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh 3/7/2020