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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