Gentle

Gentle,

Like the ocean surf,

Caressing distant sand one last time,

before returning to its body.

 

Gentle,

Like a mother’s kiss,

Which says all will be well.

And it is.

 

Gentle,

Like a returned smile,

Even when involuntary,

Especially when undeserved.

 

Gentle,

Like a summer breeze,

Warming a face hidden in the shadows,

Now kissed by the sun.

 

Gentle,

Like an unencumbered embrace,

When grace flows as souls meet,

Speaking togetherness, in silence.

 

Gentle,

Only possible through grace,

For all else is for me,

Not the other.

 

Lord, let me be gentle.

Each day, through you,

And with all others.