Poem July 7, 1997 Issue

In the company of angels

Janis H. Kitchin

In the gentle stillness of early morning prayer,
I hear God's perfect instruction.
As I listen to His Word,
I yield to His will in this blessed sanctuary
and my troubled soul is easily restored.
I am touched by the healing Christ,
as angels tiptoe through my consciousness,
softening the hardness in my heart,
effortlessly.