Our Visit- a poem

Photo by my dear friend, Debbie

“ WALK with me,” I heard him say

As he reached out his hand.

And so we strolled along the path,

And down onto the sand.

WE spoke of all — so many things,

Of life, from past to now,

And with each word that came to mind,

His answers came somehow.

SOON I sat to watch the sun

Start settle in the West,

And heard him say that for today

My worries were at rest.

AND as I turned to see his face,

I saw, instead, the moon.

It’s then I came to realize,

That God would be back soon.

Retm