Excerpt
The Father’s Hand


As I look upon these walls,

which surround me.

Memories of home,

almost surely threaten

to overwhelm me.

When darkness falls,

my sleep is elusive.

As thoughts, within my mind,

try to dance to a tune of loneliness.

Tonight, as I feel the Father’s hand,

upon my shoulder.

A warm sense of peace, envelopes my soul,

and I will draw upon my faith,

for his strength, and comfort, to guide me,

forward, along this pathway,

as I journey home.

Copyright©2007 Carla F. Cox