Under the Canopy
You walked with me
along sidewalks today,
under Elms grown old and tall together,
their limbs intertwined overhead
providing a canopy of protection
against the warm August morning.
You walked with me,
waiting while my brain spun webs,
waiting with kindness
for me to remember and relax again
under the canopy of your love
and protection, covering me always.
Your writing helps me to see and hear the gentle, compassionate, personal Jesus who is always present and attentive. Thank you Juanita
Thank you, Tertia. Your words mean much to me.