SHIVERS CHILL MY SPINE

(c) Troy Jones 2000 Shadows creep upon me as the cold wind blows my way. Desert storms are brewing as the ice caps melt away. A shiver chills my spine as my blood pumps through this time. A cold hand warms my welcome as the church bells ring and chime. An old man, lights a candle as he takes me by his side. He said, “Son you better listen or this world is going to die. Take this candle in your hand never snuff it out. It resembles the life you hold burning without a doubt. Trust in what is good for the candle lights your way. Banish what is bad as the night turns into day”. What this old man told me is that you never walk a day without the light of God, who helps to guide your way.