The Touch of a Hand on my Shoulder

The touch of a hand on my shoulder...
a feeling of peace in my soul...
a lingering sense of shivery warmth...
taking brokeness...making me whole.

A touch of reassurance...
during a time of deep unrest...
a season of sadness...grieving inside...
unable to pray or rest.

Felt by my skin...
unseen by my eye...
reaching my soul...
understanding my cry.

Tears often flowing...questioning why?...
missing someone so very much...
longing to see them...one more time...
then I felt a gentle touch.

Sitting alone...reflective and still...
pondering these things...
darkness surrounds...candlelight glows...
such blessed calmness it brings.

Then I felt it...so very real...
when I look...nothing is there...
But I feel the warmth...I feel the love...
The feeling says, "I care."

I felt the hand on my shoulder...
the hand of God...I know...
He touched me when I needed Him...
and blessed me ever so.

What a gift!...What a Father!...
Taking brokeness...making me whole...
The touch of a hand on my shoulder...
a feeling of peace in my soul.

                         Cindy Carey