CHILLS

Little quivers
running fingers
seeking shivers
feeling lingers.

Awakening sweet
the spirit found
blessings to meet
in chills sound.

Observing my child
in gentleness of play
chills remind so mild
of when we then pray.

Chills from one's touch
where love is transferred
meaning so very much
in my quest answered.

Finding the truth of peace
to be able to lie to sleep
my burdens to release
my covenants to keep.

©Copyright December 30, 2001 by Charles J. Ingerson