I
hear a voice calling softly to me,
No words are spoken, none need to be.
But when I listen more carefully,
I feel the force of God on me.
A force so strong it envelops me
And glows with a light quite mystically.
Now, as I open my eyes to see - - -
Alas, its gone!
But - oh - how I wish it would somehow be
A clearly marked route to my destiny.
This precious poem was written by a special man, Frank Patterson. He was a loving husband,
father and grandfather and my father-in-law. I print it as a tribute to him. We
all will miss him!
