Night Visiting

night visiting 

swaddled in blankets and spells, and disinfection layers of
darkness and aged imperfection Agnes , blind and just as restless
as a mole was pondering in her claw foot tub...
to you and me she was in bed and slumbering
but at 4.00 am check call far from the land of nod ... 
not a single sound made, I walked towards her bed
"hello"..she said..which knocked me like a bat!
"this bathwater has gone cold be a dear and run some hot"
"yes in a minute" as my works being done..how wonderful .
she see no one, nothing ... yet she knows I am here..
at this unGodly hour I feel He walks with us everywhere