Noise drowns out pain
when heart’s cry howls in the night.
Running fiercely centres focus
when confusion reigns supreme.
Weeping wildly brings release
when hope lies dying on the floor.
Anger’s blossom scatters wide
all of fear’s scary horde.
None of these can bring me life
when all I need is to be held tight.
Held in arms that do enfold
as I’m drawn into love’s abode.
Gently covered in the dark
as ears sort out what’s truth.
Touch that says I’m always here
as song brings me gentle peace.
Shielded from fear’s sharpened sword
as eyes speak of grief that’s shared.
Presence that sits in wordless care
becomes Life shared – a gift most rare.
Author – Bill Tidsbury
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