I had withdrawn in myself, and my soul
Was walled up enclosed in a chamber of sorrow;
And to the pit of my mire you came on the morrow
You reached down and comforted with mercy whole.
I looked and mused long, but did not intrude
Was spellbound endeavoring a glimpse of grace;
Bestowed in my spirit concealed from face
You fastened me to your bosom faith secured.
Oh the ache and torment of how not to abide
Was reminisce of a past day and time gone by;
Chronicled as a surreal odyssey in my minds eye
Yet my spirit is awake and you are nigh my side.
William E. Nielsen
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