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Okay, one more poem for today. Peace be with us all.

Gentle Are The Ones We Cry Upon

Stop! Let me see you.
Oh, how far you have come!
May peace swaddle your soul;
the journey is ever so frail.

Remember this.

Gentle are the ones we cry upon,
tender are their hearts.
Strong are the ones we stand beside,
solid with their poise.

Times of fear, times of strength.
The ground will rumble beneath you.
Flash of light, thunder above you,
then shower, sprinkle, calm.

Now go! Walk on.

Tell me when you find the gift I left along the path.
A token to help you along your way.
Hope to me is as the feather to the bird.
You must arrive, before you begin again.

– Emay