the beauty of tenderness

in the midst of all this arguing
about who is right and who is wrong
is one who stands silent
with head bowed
and hands softly open

as the raging storm
lashes everything it touches
does this one remain peacefully still
refusing all invitations to drama

the beauty of tenderness
is easily forgotten
yet, like a fragrant flower
alone in the forest,
it captivates the heart
and reminds us
of our true nature

once i saw my true face
i could no longer fight
i laid down my arms
and walked away
as tears of love
rained down
upon a parched earth

there is no solution but love.

 

 

5 thoughts on “the beauty of tenderness

  1. Myth*.

    Yes! If people could just lay down their emotional arsenal, and recall that we are ALL truly one in the same? I just have to believe that we WILL get there for the sake of my sanity! There is SO much gorgeous poetry at this sight I may burst!! Gorgeous poem!

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