When, in the quiet of my fear
in the middle of never
surrounded by forever
with but still without
the quiet hand
of those unseen
reaches from out of the darkness
and are there
the silent understanding
words of support
comfort
encouragement
you are there
the yous that are needed
and are loved
you are there
and in the being
I am saved
held close
touched

and I am grateful

Author April Wells
Published January 14, 2016