Vision of Comfort

child’s_handIn the consciousness of morning, but with my eyes still closed,

I prayed to Daddy God about my concerns.

A vision of a his hand emerged from warm shades of light.

His white-robed arm reached across the oak-stained table

toward my child-sized hand

and gently covered it.


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