Comfort I Believe

Close your eyes, what do you see,
clouds of soft fluffy white,
the closer the clouds come,
it appears that you are in flight,
then the clouds open,
to a great bright light. Red, yellow, orange, shiny and smooth,
a figure standing in the mist,
this figure brings you comfort,
a calmness that appears a blist. God, our Father a heavenly sign,
this will bring to you peace of mind,
warmth goodness throughout,
you will believe without a
shadow of doubt. God be with you,
in your mind,
in your heart,
all the time.

by Kathleen Johnson-Breakfield

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