Branches touch,
limbs assure one another,
“I’m here.”
No matter how fierce the storm,
“I’m here.”
In spite of how jagged
and torn the branches,
“I’m here
beside you through the long
turbulent nights.
I’ll reach to connect
with you
in the wildest of winds.
Be assured of my presence.
Have confidence.
I’m here.”
(From: Anchors for the Soul and My Soul Feels Lean, Joyce Rupp. Ave Maria Press)
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