Oh that you were aware of my presence among you
That you would open your ears and eyes
For I am present to you
Like a feather brushing against your lips
When I would have you speak
In a wisp of a breeze upon your ear
That you would listen.
Be attentive, my children,
And you will receive
Insights known only to me
And the heart that suffers.
You will know, and experience, share,
The pain that your fellow man tells no one.
In this way others will know
My compassion and my desire to
Shoulder their cross with them
And you will recognize my presence
With you throughout the day.

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