“and
he became their savior
in all their distress.
It
was no anguish* or angel
but his presence that saved
them;” Isaiah 63:9
no
hand-wringing
in
the solemn hours
of
the night, nor
any
paladin on
a
white horse
riding
to our rescue,
but
your gentle spirit,
your
whispered lullaby
your
comfortable lap,
you
simply being you
which
brings us home
©
2019 Thom M. Shuman
*- alternate word
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