There I am

Wherever you are, there I am

Mistake not, a baby’s cry, as a sign of my absence
nor the prisoners face, thru the bars
Weep not at the outstretched beggar’s hand
or the wounded soldier’s sigh
I am there

Care not ,for the evil that you witness, in nature and in man
cannot belay my abandon
For as sure as the spring follows the frost of winter
and the sun chases the darkness of the night 
I am there

In your most private moments
I sit beside you
In your grief, on your shoulders I rest my hands 
I touch your head as you kneel in prayer
As you walk in solitude, your hand I hold
I am the witness of your life
and wherever you are, I am there too