Saturday, March 16, 2013

Live Gently...




The first shoots, fresh and green
Are fragile, delicate
We must treat them with gentle care
Lest in our haste they break

Speak gently to the child
That in life’s road we meet
Lest thoughtlessly we wound the heart
So young and pure and sweet

Live gently, do not run
This race with frantic rush
For then we may not turn to see
The tender souls we crush

Hold gently to the hand
Of love, for who can tell
When the last drop of moment-song
Will whisper Time’s farewell?

© Janet Martin


We are eagerly a-waiting those first shoots of spring!

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