THE GENTLE HAND

by: T. Juanice Harris aka sweetjuaniceh

Waiting in the darkness of the aftermath
Wondering if the colors will ever return
My mind's black box remains so closed
To be opened by the Gentle Hand's turn

Never knowing if the brightness will appear
Praying the Gentle Hand allows it soon
Daily motions are met without incident
Still I ponder reds, purples and even maroon

Sitting high above the ocean of clouds
The Gentle Hand opens the sea wide
The brilliance of the colors do appear
I spy the wonderful rainbow flowing by

The Gentle Hand's touch rushes through
My heart, touched by something heavenly
This giving of his gift I will humbly receive
God has given life's beauty back to me


Tammy aka sweet




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