Divine Presence
Reflection
In the shadowed alley, a figure stands tall,
A beacon of hope, beyond them all.
Her robes flow like a river's stream,
As she holds a flower, a gentle dream.
The men around her, worn and weary,
Find solace in her serene, ethereal air.
Their faces, etched with life's hard toll,
Are lifted by her gentle, loving soul.
The artist's strokes, a masterful blend,
Of light and shadow, a story to amend.
In this sepia-toned world, she shines so bright,
A guiding light, on a darkest night.
Her presence is a balm, a soothing peace,
That calms the soul, and the heart's release.
In her eyes, a deep wisdom gleams,
A compassion that soothes the heart's wild screams.