Get up. Step out from the shadows. Did I pierce the veil to address an undergrowth bathed in shade? Come, and bear witness to the light!
You thought you were abandoned, left “alone and naked in the wilderness.” You shuddered to think as the darkness crept in. You stole glimpses of declining daylight from the cracks in the canopy. You thought you were alone.
You were wrong. Here I am. Yes, that’s it, come forward. Let me see you face to face. Dry your tears.
Now, whatever you face, know that you do not confront it alone. I am with you.
Always.
birdsongs
and croaking frogs
in the forest
why should I ever
be afraid?
for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Brightย #writephoto
Frank J. Tassone 
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