A gentle soul extends her heart while all around the world betrays.
This soul breathes life and deeply gives far more than she can brave.
The mystery’s great – could be sublime, that in the dust of dirt, this beauty shines.
Her embrace soothes and then exudes the presence of a grace,
that flows from living streams and shifts eternity to breathe it within clay.
Her face – it incandesces bright.
Her touch – like living in the light.
Her eyes – like wells that make you swoon.
Her voice – its cadence lifts a tune.
Her presence – so far beyond the grave.
Her life – is shared so all my crave.
A gentle soul, she flows out of who she’s chosen.
I can be hurt and curl up hard, defending wounds deep ache,
or, I can sing and breathe as she, to be, so care-fee giving life.
My choice today, to cancel hatred’s claim, to dance again in life’s great flame,
to live deliciously, and join a gentle soul and dance again.
Author – Bill Tidsbury