Courage Returned
Pain and struggle sometimes do take hold
Alone, terrible thoughts can take flight
Isolation intensifies, I feel so cold
A never ending descent into the night.
When a gentle gloved hand takes mine
And my pain soon begins to subside
And the darkness begins to decline
As a chaplain sits quietly at my bedside.
Hearing my plea for courage to return
Opening my soul for Him to come in
With the chaplains’ words, my soul did turn
Rebuilding with hope, to let healing begin.
Determined then to rise beyond the pain
This man of God helped me live again.
12/15/2016
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
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