Speak ye gently;
oh, my soul
doth ache, and break
at the harshness
of unkind words.
Words,
my dear,
fly like an arrow;
dole them wisely,
with tenderness.
Speak ye gently;
oh, my soul
doth rejoice and dance
at the love
you show.
A gentle hush,
my love;
soft murmurs in the air,
soothing and comforting
surround me.
Speak ye gently;
oh, my soul
doth smile and sing
at the kindness
you display.
Compassion and tenderness
rise on wings,
lifting the Spirit
of a well-worn
and weary soul.
Speak ye gently;
oh, my soul
doth shine and exult
with the colloquy
of prayer.
Words unspoken aloud,
whispers from the heart
for healing hands,
gratitude and thanks,
with a side of forgiveness.
Live, my child;
walk steadily, securely,
embracing always
your tender heart,
and speak ye gently.
© Leslie C Dobson
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