Let His Hand Reign Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Where has the mighty ones
hand reigned, the provider of
bread, leave me to slip away...

No i am not forsaken, merely more
a sturdier man then ever i before
merely the man, in a white doves
presence whisking about, searching for
the kiss of life, with his presence
surrounding me, his hand slips over my
shoulder, a touch of warmth i lay, here
aching as he soothe's the pain i feel,
begging me to join him where the angles
sing and the elderly run, where family
meet, and pain is subdued by his raging
yet calming voice...

Risen to the beating of angels wings take the
warmth of his hand and the love his lips speak.