He Likes To Be Asked

Thank you God for Guiding Me,

My pen and My Thoughts.

As I waver at the brink of darkness it threatens me with control.

I remember to pray,

the darkness recedes and bright God consciousness settles in its place.

Many prayers have gone into this lovely shifting.

Being sick and tired of revisiting that nightmare place,

has turned my steps away from the brink in search of a better realness.

One more suitable to a Child of God.

He likes to be asked…..

Thank you comes pretty easy for Me when I can clear away the wreckage

and lift my face to the light.