Near in the ShadowsA Poem by Curly GraceIn the quiet room where hope feels thin I sit with a heavy heart And yet a presence rises steady warm holding me Not distant Not imagined Real Holding Near God leans close to the crushed to the weary to the shattered Your tears are known Your silence heard Your soul carried Through dark Through endless dark Even here Even now You are not alone You are not abandoned Soft as mercy Strong as love Held Held Held And still Held
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1 Review Added on March 11, 2026 Last Updated on March 11, 2026 AuthorCurly GraceAboutSome sparks linger, tender and captivating, leaving us undone. -Curly Grace I'm an Artist by nature. I see the world in a different way than most. I find beauty in everything. Welcome. If you&r.. more.. |

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