Gentleness

This I have learned at last
That gentleness
Is bred within the strong heart,
Those who possess it
are not mildly weak, but brave.
Seeing life clear they understand
that arrogance,
Is essentially hidden fear

My years have shown me that
compassion mends wounds engravend
deep upon the soul
And I now comprehend
That valour is an empty thing
when born of hate;
And only those with tenderness
can truly be great.

Learning

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn
that love does not mean leaning
and company does not mean security

And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept defeats
with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child

And learn to build all your roads
on today, because tomorrow is too uncertain
for plans and
futures have a way
of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
If you get too much of it
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers

And you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really have worth
and you really learn and learn
with every goodbye
you learn

An anonymous verse that I found so true.

Not all who wander are lost

Heard this somewhere......

Not all who wander are lost

Not till the loom is silent
and all the shuttle cease to fly,
shall time enroll the canvas
and reveal the reason why

The dark threads are as needful
in the weaver's skillful hands,
as the threads of gold and silver
from the pattern he has planned

We weave these threads together
we weave them in with light
over tears and fears and laughter
we weave the threads of life

we take the light of ages
we work them once again
And hope the colour matches
our dream without the pain

Not all who wander are lost.......