Tenderness...

The soft spoken words of a mother to her child,
or the soothing serenity found as the wind softly lifts your hair,
the eyes of a father while looking upon his new son,
The soft touch of ones lips as they find a long awaited home in the arms of soon to be lovers.

Look at me, tell me.
Let me feel the warmth of your love,
Let me hear the softness of your voice,
let me see the same nervousness I feel, entrenched on your face.

Comfort, a soothing remedy that heals the wandering heart.
The warmth of our embrace as we hold each other dear,
The hope of a single soft spoken promise,
The knowledge of trust you hold in me.

The quick but swirling stir as the wind picks up autumns leaves.
The twinkle in your eye as I carry you to your bed or to your car.

But yet, with all of the tenderness around us,
There is one not often mentioned..
A softer and less spoken voice.
A voice not often heard,
but yet we know that it's there,
It's the tenderness that comes from up above.

All that is soft and loving in this world, descends from up above. Like the promise of the sun rising in the east, is the surety that I know, we are tenderly taken care of by loving heavenly parents. Although we may not deserve it, the tender love is still there and always will be.


--A Favorite Instrumental