Comfort

H. C. Sluys

Comfort, be not far
from my embrace
Hold my weary soul
your heart’s caress
Like gentle breezes
rippling in the bay

Wrapped in the sun’s
arms under a
marble sky
You watch the world
empty and quietly
turning

And I take this moment
to see the green around me
I fold my legs to rest my chin
on my knees

I beg of thee to lift
my heavy feet

Across the sands that
lay beneath
the clouds’ expanse

Or softly send sweet scents
to brush my hair

As this moment
deftly soothes
my troubled mind

I’ll take a walk among
the shaded trees
Where neither pain
nor sorrow worry me

And know that you are there

July 25, 2003