Dear God

~~@2016, Angela Wilcox
Sometimes you just end up back where you started.

I sit beside my bed tonight
Hands folded and eyes closed
Remembering simpler days gone by
Here, I am now, ready and posed

I pray that this next year in life
Will be one of my best
That I will not forget this year
The lessons and the tests

I pray for peace within my heart
For healing from above
My soul seeks to rejoice again
To sing and dance and love

I pray that I can be each day
A light, a beacon bright
Helping others find a way
Through dark and endless nights

When my eyes are closed each day
I have one last request
For a heart that overflows with love
And a quiet soul that rests

The Power of Touch

~~@2016 Angela Wilcox
Go reach out and touch someone you know who lives alone.  It is a gift they cannot give themselves.

I sit in my silence
Alone everyday
No one around me
So still and afraid

Afraid not for safety
My walls, they are strong
Afraid not for darkness
My lights, they shine long

What I fear most
Is the loss of a touch
The feel of a hand
That loves me so much

I fear of forgetting
The longing for love
You really can't know
The power of touch

Until it is gone.