I just stumbled across a poem by my Aunt, Sis. Okay, so no one is confused, her name was Doretha Chaney. We all called her Sis. Anyway, I was touched by this, and reminded that Sis could have and probably should have really been something. I miss having another poet in the family. I miss her.

His Presence

I may never live to see,
My life completely trouble free,
Or walk a straight and narrow road,
And carry not a heavy load.
I'll never see around a bend,
Or riches at the rainbows end,
But I can walk with head held high,
And notice soft clouds drifting by,
Feel the sunshine's warm embrace,
The gentle breeze upon my face.
I can hear a bird's sweet song,
Beside each road I walk along.
These things I feel and hear and see,
More clearly when God walks with me,
For just His presence seems to bring,
About the best in everything.

Doretha “Sis” Chaney
(1924 - 2002)