The Gentle Man

You are my gentle man

As we walk holding hands, through time,

I am guided by your gentle ways.

Soft spoken, soft hearted,

You quiet the clamor of life.

The worry.

The doubt and sadness too,

Have dulled to whispers.

Soft footed,

As though you’re cotton,

You guide us,

To sacred ground and honored earth.

Through places where God resides,

and loving hearts beat strong.

Where hope lands softly

On injured souls

Then flies among the

Monarchs and God’s angels.


Are my gentle man.

Author: joames

Writer, massage therapist, personal trainer, advocate

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