Gentle Soul!

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Poetically, a gentle soul, awakens its heart. In its wake, dawn reveals its shimmer of light, love’s gentle smile. Letting its muse become, in service of. In quiet contemplation, in subtle gestures, the heart conveys, what words can’t say. Clouded whether, kept at bay, love’s reign becomes evident, from whence cometh its gentleness. You can be sure, love strengthens its resolve, be the cure for all. A gentle soul, pours out of its heart, letting the love gently spill. What vessel, could ever contain the unfathomable wealth of love’s generosity? Likened to a refreshing stream, love floods with no regrets. Leaves its gentle residue, like that of the morning dew, that settles within the slumbers of the twilight. The soul awakened, to find love resting gently on its heart. Just like the wind, the presence of a gentle soul sways, but its essence what stays. A heart full of lilies, chases butterflies. To see how colored hues, gives the soul its wings. Gentle love, move gracefully like the wind, blow minds, change hearts, with the breadth of thy might. With the strength of thy stance, cast thy benevolent light, eclipse downcast shadows. With thy humble spirit, persuade indifferent hearts, to be love’s gentle soul.

WCR

Published by Warren Richards

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11 thoughts on “Gentle Soul!”

  2. “…He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love…”
    1 John 4:8

    When I was a teen, I was afraid of God, not just fear, but terrified, I was sure he wanted to kill me.
    When I was around 23, I met him for the first time, all I could understand was that he loved me deeply; I was his, and he was mine.

    Your writings are great reminders of that affection is God.

    God is love.
    Blessings Warren.

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