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"The Presence"

The days pass so still.
Yet there is a presence,
which you can feel.

Anytime the wind blows,
or you hear a baby cry,
you can feel him there,
keeping a watchful eye.

And when you feel alone,
with all your trouble and despair,
turn to him for comfort,
for he is always there.

So let him hold your hand,
and guide you through each day.
His presence is always there,
always showing you the way.

Author:
"dsmith"
A writer at Spyder's Poetry Empire^®