The Presence

In the darkness,
    a hand reaches out.
It pulls me back
    into the light.
I feel peace.


Alone and afraid,
    an arm stretches.
It caresses my
    shoulders.
I feel hope.


In my hour of need
    His Presence is there,
To guide, to comfort, and
    calm my fears.
I know God.

~ Karen O'Leary ~

[ by: Karen O'Leary, Copyright © 2008 ( gksm@cableone.net ) -- submitted by: Karen O'Leary ]