Poem -

"His Caring Hand"

"His Caring Hand"

"I tried to use my intelligence,
to beat this disease,
but it just broke me down,
brought me to my knees.

I have to be earnest from the very start,
and thoroughly search my soul,
for where the ink pin-pricked my heart,
and turned that void into a gargantuan hole,
and ask God for His Sewing Needle,
made of love and light from His Caring Hand,
to seal up that wretchedness,
make peace in the land,
overstretched in my mind,
because this life is best lived,
if I care,
and I'm kind."