Could it be despair that held me tight
in the wintry evening and the night
I could not see a way to carry on
Everything was wrong and I was done
I saw great blackness all around myself
I could not be restored, I had no health
I had reached the end of seeking aid
God alone knew all the coins were paid
Inexplicable, the golden light
That made a sweet shawl round me on that night
Impressing me with kindness and goodwill
Holding me until I had had my fill
Most sensuous, most tangled with love’s grace
Surrounding me, protecting my lost face
As if the arms of love were something real
That anyone who knew this must reveal
Only when we reach the very end
May the force of love on us descend
How my heart sings 
Lovely, Katherine. Beautiful, tender image, and such hope and kindness. Thank you. It is good to hear about positive events in your life. Best wishes,
David
Dear David, thank you so much.I used speech to type for the first time and it worked really well and gave my hands a rest.I think when we areready we will perceive something that may already be here but we did not notice it.
So speech to type yes!
Congratulations, dear lady. I have tried talking-writing using a machine., but didn’t have much success because i think I slur and so had so many typos. Also I don’t type well, so correctng the typos took too much time and I was impatient. But it worked for you–good.
I see you liked my posts about Ross Lockridge Jr, and the quest for truth.. I like them both and remember writing them vividly. Lockridge is such a tragic story, isn’t it..
Congratulations too on all your wonderful poems that I’ve read. They are all meaningful. I remember from college that one of the qualities of art was “seriousness of intent.” Your work has a serious intent.
Best wishes,
David
Thank you very much for the compliment,David.I had not thought about seriousness of intent but it’s a very wise notion.Katherine