He Is Worthy

She stares at the ceiling: eyes fixed on some unseen thing.

Hour after hour she stares; heart fixed on hope to cling.

She whispers in her sleep ever so to that man of Galilee.

She dreams the dreams of saints; she praises the King of Kings.

I brush back her hair which falls in gentle tufts across her brow.

I caress her fine features and give her all my love right now.

She blinks a little as I lean over to give of her a gentle kiss.

She squeezes my hand; she shuts her eyes real tight.

I follow in kind with warm reflections in the August night.

I fall back to my pallet by her bed on our living room floor.

And I too close my eyes and dream of our love by God’s golden shore.

Gone now is this day; oh thankful I am for this most wonderful time.

I know that all will be well, for I know the Lord is both merciful and kind.

Thank God for these our days.

Thank God for this most special time.

Thank God for all things.

For He is worthy of our our hearts and mind.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/30/08