Divine Presence
Reflection
In the shadows, a figure stands tall,
A beacon of hope, beyond them all.
The crowd, in darkness, lost in their pain,
Find solace in her gentle, ethereal reign.
Her robes, a flowing river of light,
Illuminate the darkness of night.
The men, in suffering, find their peace,
In her serene and quiet release.
A symbol of comfort, a guiding star,
Shining bright, near and far.
In the midst of turmoil, she remains,
A constant presence, a love that sustains.