Good Angel Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

And what of you Ms Discarded Comfort
Can you forgive the jilting and distress?
It is in your best nature to forget
And act in trust again and not redress.

Can we restore love's lost simplicity
And dream of what is true and never tires?
Of both the comfort of eternity
And cheerfulness of trek's-end campsite fires?

Let us meet for heaven's sake beside the lake
And picnic there when we have walked awhile
That I can beg of you that my mistake
Be put aside - so you may pause and smile

And healing words of comfort then be said
In thankfulness for love and daily bread.