Wallace

Cold To Warm.

I walked alone along a cold damp sandy beach.

Thinking deep, way way down deep.

My troubled soul i tried hard to reach.

A soul that did sadly weep.

 

The wintry sky was dark and grey.

For the first time to the heavens I did pray.

Help me please, that is what I did ask.

Help through life\'s burdensome task.

 

The dark clouds did roar.

From them acid rain did pour.

I kept on walking.

And to the heavens i kept on talking.

 

A cold wind did blow.

I became tired and my walking became slow.

Onto the cold damp sand i fell.

From the dark skies thunder did loudly yell.

 

Lightening did strike my soul.

And from then on it felt warmly whole.

I thanked the heavens way up there above.

Again my soul feels goodness empathy and love.