Held against my will.
My wife told me to disengage. Walk away.
Sitting on the wooden bench. Brain buzzing stuck. So upset.
I ended up standing beside the pond, staring down at my bare feet in the grass.
It was just then ----- my cell phone came alive ---- and a voice reached out to help untangle my emotions.
A friend who was led to call me. A little bird told me, he said.
Like an angel. Like divine providence. Like a glass of cold beverage. Like a companion. Familiar and patient.
In due course we were telling each other corny jokes and laffing. It was salvation. The rigid clamp gave way to freedom. I ended up in our front yard, seated on the sun bench, birds chirping, clover between my toes, a grin on my silly face. So sweet.
restoration comes when I hold my cat Pookie. Fur against my finger tips.
Laying still on deck cushions, sun light
Recall the rescue.
When I was carried
anytime rest comes