Whoaa, why so blunt, harsh hard-hearted heathen,
hear me out...
chase the dragonfly as it weaves trails to places
you have never dreamed...
or have you?
pick the cherry tomato right off your vine
brush it off and bite down and let the juices
stream,
down your granite chin.
In your life were you ever gentle,
I mean soft with kindness,
in love with blindness,
if you held your hand out would
all the *animals long to be
close to you*
or would you be all alone
through decades of cultivated fear
and evaporated tears,
from the heat of your raging anger
your looks like daggers,
skip down the aisles of grocery stores,
even when you are with friends of yours,
have a sock fight and be willing to lose,
sit on some shady chaise somewhere as
the sun sets and just drink in all that
is around, no needs no wants,
no haunts as the skeletons return to
their closets and leave you to be free
to laugh to cry to share to pry
your hands off the greed that chokes
every breath that could have been full
of
life
oh be gentle friend be gentle
their is enough spirits of malice
that yours, your spirit need not
be numbered among them,
oh gentle giant not by stature
not by might but by how God
sees you within His sight and
sings over you,
gentle humble friend if
we had the time to break bread
instead of speed records or
hearts misled by, "that is how we are wired."
Gentle
you can still be a man of courage,
you are a man of strength
you are a gentle man
©DWE072013
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Whoaa, why so blunt, harsh hard-hearted heathen,
hear me out...
chase the dragonfly as it weaves trails to places
you have never dreamed...
or have you?
pick the cherry tomato right off your vine
brush it off and bite down and let the juices
stream,
down your granite chin.
In your life were you ever gentle,
I mean soft with kindness,
in love with blindness,
if you held your hand out would
all the *animals long to be
close to you*
or would you be all alone
through decades of cultivated fear
and evaporated tears,
from the heat of your raging anger
your looks like daggers,
skip down the aisles of grocery stores,
even when you are with friends of yours,
have a sock fight and be willing to lose,
sit on some shady chaise somewhere as
the sun sets and just drink in all that
is around, no needs no wants,
no haunts as the skeletons return to
their closets and leave you to be free
to laugh to cry to share to pry
your hands off the greed that chokes
every breath that could have been full
of
life
oh be gentle friend be gentle
their is enough spirits of malice
that yours, your spirit need not
be numbered among them,
oh gentle giant not by stature
not by might but by how God
sees you within His sight and
sings over you,
gentle humble friend if
we had the time to break bread
instead of speed records or
hearts misled by, "that is how we are wired."
Gentle
you can still be a man of courage,
you are a man of strength
you are a gentle man
©DWE072013
dedicated to the Carpenters
a ramble from a real long day in traffic which I normally can avoid, but not today, let it go...D
something GZ does not get
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