In the quiet hush of morning light,
Where soft winds dance, not wild, but slight,
There lies a strength, serene and true—
The gentle heart that sees it through.
No need for thunder, roar, or fight,
A tender touch can set things right.
Like petals falling, soft and slow,
Gentleness helps the world to grow.
It’s in the smile, a calming hand,
The way we choose to understand.
A whispered word, a patient ear,
Can heal the hurt and calm the fear.
So let us move with quiet grace,
And in our softness, find our place—
For gentle souls will always be
The strongest roots of harmony.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This is a beautiful and thoughtfully crafted poem. It eloquently captures the quiet, enduring power of gentleness as a true strength that fosters harmony and understanding. A lovely and uplifting read.
Thank-you