Compassionate Is He
He breathes empathy like air,
bestows compassion like seeds of hope.
Fear of nothing with my care,
catches me as I fall down a slippery-slope.
So, he gently caresses my long auburn hair-
tender touches of love on my skin so fair.
He heals with words like rain-
falling….
falling….
falling…
down to my field.
Then only kindness does remain,
and like always, my broken heart is healed.
Sometimes his benevolence I can’t contain-
compassionate is he…releasing all my pain.
He breathes empathy like air,
tender touches of love on my skin so fair.
He heals with words like rain-
compassionate is he…releasing all my pain.
*Dedicated to my compassionate hubby Nick*
June 9, 2019
Compassion Contest
Line Gauthier
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