May our voices hush lest some stirring or word
defeat one heart, hope or someone’s dream heard.
Needs we all share for tender touch and love’s feed,
are found forever in the Ocean of Soul’s Freed.
Lift us free, simple, with sweet and kind touch.
Quiet our core to the hum of life’s rush.
Fill us again, this day, tomorrow, and more
with a bounty of Tenderness, to receive and restore.
©2012 Linda Willows