Wounded By Evil
You come to me, - wounded.
Pain shows within those darkened eyes,
that natural fire for life dampened.
I reach to you,
crane my neck to whisper -
sweet serenities unto your ear.
I gently soothe your skin,
listening, I take on board all you say.
I do not judge for I am not -
the mighty one!
The one who comes in strength and power in spirit.
I am friend of conscience -
No I am quieter,
the essence of soul within.
I'm a friend that stands strong
with your inner being;
that knows the real you
and how resolute you can be.
I am one who knows you can conquer
even the highest of mountains;
for not all people are the same.
Then how much more shall you be blessed
as you walk with strength, in light knowing
how much more love and kindness can defy all evils.
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