The Gift

"I feel you are troubled," Said the traveller on my road. "Your burden, it seems heavy Let me help you with your load." "So kind" I said, but no "It is too vast I fear, Heavily it weighs upon my heart, For one no longer here." "I know" said he, but here am I I come to ease your pain, Worry not, she waits for you You will see her again." My eyes, they cried a thousand tears My pain, I felt it lift. The traveller though, he was gone I thanked God for his gift. An angel, he must have been He knew of my despair. I felt him reach into my heart, His words, lay comfort there. Entry for CONTEST NO 360,any theme, Any form,max of 25 lines - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand 10/11/2017. Placed 1st.