Solace
Like the brisk wind of a chilly fall evening, I can feel it, but can not see it
Like My guardian angel who protects and shields me from harms way, a sense of security, I can feel it, but can not see it
Like the voice that speaks to me when I call upon him in my time of trouble or need, his presence, I can feel it, but can not see it
Copyright © Thea Lazenby | Year Posted 2011
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