Gentleness
Matthew 11:29
New English Translation
29 Take my yoke on you and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
Here now a pen and paper, lines running from left to right
All waiting to be filled with the memory of your gentle smiling face
Slowly the words form to fade somewhere in my sight
To draw the form of your heart there to fill this empty space
You are the one and only that flows out of my pen
Not another one on my mind as I see your eyes sparkle
It seems now like a privilege as I remember when
We first met so long ago in the design of the Master
Time goes by almost unnoticed, once here and then it’s gone
The cares of every day erase somehow most all memories
All for the best, I know since feelings seem flaked and overdone
As we dream and struggle on with our own illusionary fantasies
Jan Wienen
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