The walls are white, the trim is steel
There is no warmth in what you feel
The sounds are muted and unreal
No clicks are heard from some high heel.
The quiet force moves fast and fleet
Seems this world creeps on slippered feet
The silence fills the void complete
While others will their maker meet !
Who hopes to lie abed in fear
Hear angel voices in their ear
Without some gentle ray of cheer
To know that God draws ever near ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 