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He is there

The city,
 hot with April sun rays,
but somehow cool for the fear
Have closed doors ,
 But I apprehend , closed minds are also thriving there
 not good for the mother earth,
and for the children of God.

He is there
 and showing the way
to close the door,
not the mind,
not the conscience.

He is there
 inspiring all His children
 to allow sweet and cool breez
of positiveness.

Staying stable,
 in every battle
is the strength,
 He has put within us.

He is there
 to punish the soul
 who have tried
 to disturb His creation.

Thus,
Be strong
and open your mind
 to remain calm
 in each step of battle. 

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