He Restores My Soul

by Carol Edwards

My heavy lead heart sinks my spirit low
like a water-filled hold pulls a ship below.

Lay my head down on the window seat;
winter sun’s rays hold no warmth for me.

My spirit cannot help but cast up its pain,
all its sorrow, deep chilled like new day.

Lo, upon my hair, I feel Your hands,
Your fingers threading through the strands.

Gentle Your touch, and Light I cannot see
lightens my burden, sets my heart free,

Your precious palms my lips would seek,
the scars therein to kiss, to keep.

How tender are my Shepherd’s hands;
they lift me from despair,
so when I waked, as from a dream,
I knew Him standing there.

Carol Edwards is a northern California native transplanted to southern Arizona. She lives and works in relative seclusion with her books, plants, and pets (+ husband). She grew up reading fantasy and classic literature, climbing trees, and acquiring frequent grass stains. She enjoys a coffee addiction and aspires to be a succulent mad scientist. Her work has appeared in Space & TimeOpenDoor Poetry MagazineOrigami Poems ProjectUproar Literary BlogHeart of Flesh Literary JournalCajun Mutt PressGyroscope Review, and The Ocean Waves published by Red Penguin Books. She uploads her poetry to www.practicallypoetical.wordpress.com

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