Soft and gentle was the way
to enter into this spring day,
hard and strong does not belong
where the worms work and live,
where the heart dwells,
where forgiveness brings
blessed peace to sleep.
If I were a bird flying by
I would see the green and know
a landing pad lies below.
I see now, as above so below,
as we live, so we go
further along or to and fro,
rolling over hills or falling off cliffs,
we think and we drift
we sink or we lift
up, to a higher place.
We sit with the mossy bank,
in the forest with the trees.
Be with us please.
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