Poem

The Comforter

by Joseph M. Metzger

Waking before the morning light

long after the cold has settled in

having taken over from where

the warmth once had been.

Closing my eyes again

wanting the day to disappear,

pulling my covers tighter still,

a temporary reprieve

from everyday routines

offering no comfort or relief,

affording no place for my dreams,

leaving me little strength or peace.

But soon I realize I must wake

and place one foot in front of the other

to make my way through the day

leaving the safety of my bed behind.

Wondering what I might have to look forward to,

wondering what I might find

to get me through the day

and through my life.

About to lose all hope and give up once more,

when the kindness of a stranger finds me

and personally reveals to my heart

a wholeness I haven’t felt before,

that I somehow recognize

as the love of the Savior

and finally realize the strength in his name

as Comforter.