Tenderly

tenderly

She doesn’t ask for gratitude

she doesn’t ask for recognition

she bears all our sorrow

so tenderly

with no harsh word

of blame or judgement

she wipes away our childish tears

and hushes our weeping

with a gentle touch

she carries each of us

in her heart

knowing our pain

and weakness

reaching a hand

to steady us

when we stumble

loving our vulnerability

while we sleep

she gathers the tears

from our lashes

to wash the hate

from our souls

so that one day

we too may fly.

 

Butterfly

sometimes emotions are elusive

and unnameable

like trying to catch a butterfly

each time you get close

it flies ahead

always keeping

just out of reach.

I don’t know what happened

I had a perfect day filled

with soft light and golden grasses

whispering in the wind

and then I woke crying

I cannot stop the tears

I am sad and

something wonderful

like healing

or being loved

but I cannot hold it

in my hand

to see what it is

this beautiful pain.

 

The little things

the-little-things

A smile, words of encouragement,

a glimpse of the sun

through storm clouds,

the velvet of rose petals

and the softness of kittens,

laughter, the kindness of strangers,

the flight of butterflies

and the kiss of a breeze,

trusting, being understood,

the colours of autumn

and bare winter trees,

beauty, tears of joy,

the delicate veins

of a leaf skeleton,

all the little things

I hold in my heart

that you can never

take from me.