Take My Hand Poem by Chris Ernest Nelson

by Chris Ernest Nelson

There is a quiet place,
even on a busy corner
of the city,
Where the pulsing light
is dimmed by the
radiance within.
There is a feeling of
contentment that
feeds itself,
And writes the words
‘happy days' on all
my memories.

What more can I ask for
when I have it all?
Every smile
Is a handshake with God
and thunder beyond the
wandering clouds.
Rain to wash my sins
away and the wet
dog to track
The journey of my days
still unmapped and
unraveled.

This is the time to test
the promises and to
accept freedom.
This is the beginning
of wonder and joy-
This is all there is.
This is my laughter in
the face of darkness
and hungry night.
Here is the open way
to the answers.
Take my hand.