The Path- a poem

Photo by Bestie, Debbie

I hear you when I sit to pray,

Your voice is so clear.

And when I walk along my way,

I feel you ever near.

YOU come to mind with loving thoughts,

Each time a church bell rings.

For you would always tell me then

Is when the angels sing.

I know that you are singing, too,

A joyous melody.

And smiling as you stroll along

The path aside of me.

Retm