| I Am I am contemplative today. Enclosed inside my warm, dry room, I consider the foggy air and turbulent clouds; Winter and Spring are fighting viciously for control over the Earth While her inhabitants cower behind closed doors. Soon the boiling deep gray sky is darkened – dusk sets in. A healing Breeze like velvet water whispers across my brow, Promising new life on the morrow. The menacing clouds are swept away; The moon in all her brightness shines like Hope, A reflection of that brightest light, Like I, in all my faults must be For the God whose Love, like softest silk, Wraps me, holds me, heals my mind. I am safe. |