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.