Be gentle with one another
the world is harsh enough
Be gentle with one another
think the best without judgment
pass on praise and caring
softer words chosen carefully
Be gentle with one another

Be gentle with yourself
accept your faults and imperfections
Be gentle with yourself
think the best without judgment
Let your spirit be free, your heart peaceful
Be gentle with yourself
listen to the voice inside...
but...

   only when it lifts you.

I messaged a friend that is one of our own on this wonderful sight HP., Her spirits are down as she's not doing well, . She brings brightness to all of our writes and takes so much pride in the comments she leaves, I was hoping we could all say a Prayer or send a kind thought her way. She has truly inspired so many of us , she has a heart of gold. Her name is Kim Johanna Baker. I know she will appreciate any and all kind words as we all have appreciated hers. This will lift her spirits so I thank you all in advance , for I have never met this beautiful woman that lives across the sea but she lays heavy in my heart as if I've known her for ever. Please leave her a comment if you have the time God Bless. Please repost this as I am new and have few followers and she has many so everyone can see.

Just no ways to bridge the miles
That span the distances
Tween that first step
And the last, darling

Trail the back forty where
Shouts disappear into
Nothingness or go far up
The hills echoing
Into mornings into
Stories

Storied tales the brave tell
Like proverbs said
On prophets tongues
Or made up
Fairies breaths
Resound

On every path that led
To there from here
Or roundabout
Through brush
And weeds the wind
Does.
Bring.

A certain taste, a tongue
One touch of flesh
A night among
The purest
And the fair.

How then becomes this
Long away longing call
On winters dying gasp
Along a sliver of
A chill

This only fate, my dear,
My sweet, this but a faintest
Breeze, that calls my
Ear to render tender
Whispers
Of the leaves.

Winter's breath upon the flowers
Falling temps by the hour
Breathe in the icy air
Expelling such despair

Oh mighty winter
You do declare
That there is no power
to compare

But it is time for you
to be on your way
Don't you have a winter to attend
Half a world away

architectural mollusks
    are falloping through
                              my brain
                        squeezing past the
                         instincts that
        have kept me down
My instincts,
              once brittle sea stars
                          that splintered
                                    into cracked
                                 peppercorns,
                 are now mixed with
           the breathy liquid
        of squid,
lubrication for
the spiny paths ahead
They blow their ink
between my
inverted vertebrae
      injecting Jello into bone
                           busting through
                        fiber and tissue like
                          fresh-skimmed
                    lavacream
and all my muck
rises to the top
in a neon rawness
that I find beautiful

Soon
my burning crevices
will be cooled
fossils will turn to flesh
and, as sure as knowledge
springs into action
I will make
for the shoreline
like a cephalopod rocket
silky smooth
my fins spun into wings
touching magic
as they glide