In the community, I find no comfort.
In an enclosed room, I find no comfort.
In my art and books, I find no comfort.
Will I ever find comfort?

I find comfort in the Arkansas roaring rivers.
I find comfort in the Mockingbird's song.
I find comfort in the fresh morning air.

The trees give me comfort.
The animals give me comfort.
The trickling rain gives me comfort.
The Ozark Mountains give me comfort.

God's glorious creation gives me comfort.
And to think, the God that created all this loves me.
It is amazing.