She knew me, from my words and able to feel my pain that was crouched in widom and carefully hidden but nevertheless sometimes I feel the echoe of old hurts whispering across my mind passing like shadows across my spirit.
I am deeply touched by her need to heal and soothe with loves tender touch and sometimes I feel as though I do not choose it but rather it chooses me!
I am helpless to do anything other than to let it wash across my soul.
My heart weeps and tears flow freely to mend the wound and to let joy come once more and I can only rest when I know that there is peace.
These are only words, but words are all I have to take her heart away. Jon York 2012