He gives me laughter to cope and to share with others.

On ancient cobbled stones I tip-toed with the dead
in swelling earthen beds of swirling pools of red
on a street downtown
stepping ever softly I still yet tripped and slipped
the hardened cadavers beside me turned and grinned
dark--horrid with sound
enveloped and engulfed me like a leering hound
stalked, I shivered . . . wishing to be nowhere around
a light beamed on down
a warm and gentle hand helped me rise to my feet
a soft and caring soul who cherished my heartbeat
on His head a crown
His clothing was foreign . . . a gown around him draped
grateful for His helpfulness--glad I had escaped
to streets of pure gold
I heard
(lo and behold, the deaf shall hear;
the crippled walk and the blind see)
a chorus of angels sweetly singing
bells--liberty and equality--were ringing
faith was the key . . . bold!