There have been days when I felt Michael very near me. The sensation was something like a breeze or a closeness of skin that was familiar and true, familiar and safe I think. I felt Michael's presence as sure as it was raining that day and it was in the oddest of places that he came to me. In a cubicle, while tedious work was unraveling and being scrutized by the bosses, Michael set his cheek close to me and whispered, I am here Marc and it will be okay.
Warm, the color of him was absorbed in my soul, by my side and I just let it flow, knowing where it came from but not how long his spirit would stay, close.
Oh how I need to hear it will be okay. And I thank and praise GOD for his allowance of Michael, for me, for a moment, to comfort me.
Selah.
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