Nice and very deep poem Paul. My perspective is that comfort is a great feeling that helps me stay grounded. We the mortals take things for granted and at times we don't enjoy the everyday life comforts. Comfort can be as simple as feeling the wind on my face, or drinking water very fast when I'm so thirsty. I vote for these reliable comforts: a child discovering a cereal box prize, my dog excited about getting a milk bone to then hide it, and the comfort of my bed on a stormy night.
By the way, keep up the good writing; your poem can be very comforting to a lot of people.