Touch Me
It's quite time of the night
for a restless soul
wandering through time
aimlessly.
Lord, touch me
with your healing hand
comfort me in the darkness
help me understand.
None but you Lord
can still the restlessness
I feel inside
as the world sleeps
and I set
Listening to the silence.
Touch my world Lord
calm life's ragging sea
that's threatening to ripe
the heart from me.
For, in quite times I find
It hard to keep from
being weak.
-Jan Tetstone
This poem was written during the time
I was fighting the illegal forclosure
on my home of 30 plus years. jt
2:09am Dec 14, 2016
