Honoring a Friend and her caring ways (((Janet))) |
Gifted Strength
I can see her there hugging her knees so close I can hear her there sobbing her tears through her clothes I can feel her here as I place my hand upon my heart She was but a forlorn child knowing desolation from the start She was a pretty child as she grew into herself She was a frightened child hating everything of the world Was she ever really a child? This I cannot say She has never acted as other children Never with innocence unbetrayed. She was never a trusting child yet forever reaching out for kindness sometimes it touched her hand but the good only brought tears and blindness She is a woman now and forever in search Of that poor forgotten child who hid tears inside her shirt She has a strength and it surprises her sometimes It comes upon her most when reaching out to others of like kind She weeps tears of empathy Gently touching those who cry She offers her own child's love and helps the fallen to fly There is a deep understanding within this woman's heart She knows the inner suffering and forever herself pain is a part She has a deep inner faith a spiritual force lifting her up Upon Angels wings others see she lifts others to the Chaliced cup Her heart is simple like a child's Helping others still lost in the wilds And she has touched me I can feel her lifting me up She is God's gift And we all thrive embraced by her love. Originally: 13 December 2001 revised: 31 December 2001 |