I felt a poem in the creases of my hand,
still warm from the breath of God
Somehow I knew,as I was looking into my hand,
God was holding me in His,
looking at me as I tried to read the poem
he had written in my being.
But with this realization, I think I know the poem
I was trying so hard to discern,that
everyone is trying to read.
It's simply this:
Stick with Him, and you'll be all right.