- I wrote this when I first started writing about a year and a half ago.
I think it’s worth re-posting.
Xox Janet
Wherever you are, I am there.
Mistake not, a baby’s cry, as a sign of my absence,
nor the prisoners face, clinging to the bars.
Weep not at the outstretched beggar’s hand,
or the wounded soldier’s sigh.
I am there.
Fear not.
For the evil that you witness,
in nature and in man,
does not convey 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 when you take your last breath,
wherever you are,
I am there.
