The Gift  [Back]

A gentle soul walked by today, a beacon filled with light,
Each smile she gave, a candle bright, to guide her through the night.

Such beauty, in such a world, a rare and solitary gift to bring,
Seems to one so tired, and jaded, a truely wondrous thing.
This simple act of kindness, when pain lurks endlessly,
Can never be repaid in kind, its purchase is quite free.

May each blade of grass caress you, each bird fold you in its wing,
May the tide of change not harm you, may you hear the angels sing.

Copyright 1998 
       Lynell living