Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Quatrain

The Visitor

You stole in unbeknownst to me

with soft and silent tread,

You laid your hands upon my heart

and my confusions fled.


They stretched and flexed their crumpled wings

unused to flights of joy,

they tripped and skipped in gratitude

just like a little boy,


and by degrees my troubled soul

took solace from above,

my empty feelings of despair

transfigured by Your Love.



Last Modified: June 09, 2015 at 10:30 am
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Author Notes


...some time ago I spent seven weeks in confinement recovering from a spell of clinical depression.  I wrote this piece the day before I was released... a thank you note to God for pulling me through.

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John Fleming July 1, 2015 at 1:51 AM Very nicely done, Keith...very nicely done. Hope you are in good health! My best regards! :) john. Keith Bickerstaffe July 1, 2015 at 12:06 PM Thank you John... much appreciated my friend! Best wishes, Keith

Afolabi Muideen June 10, 2015 at 3:39 AM So sad and so touched but I thank God for he lead you trough.........A.M. Keith Bickerstaffe June 10, 2015 at 10:05 AM Thank you very much! Keith

Scot Lee June 9, 2015 at 5:05 PM Touching, Keith. Is versed to flow so smoothly. Nice job. Keith Bickerstaffe June 9, 2015 at 7:05 PM Thanks Scot... much appreciated.