The Gentle Hand

Let it flow through the gentle hand,
a guiding grace and warring companion,
which holds a lover and loses a friend
as it reaches for what it cannot keep;
let it flow as a river from deep within
to satisfy those in a waterless waste,
with bones as dry as the lifeless dust
absorbing a drop as if from heaven;
let it flow through ignited mind
like sparks flying from the crackling fire,
igniting a flame in another’s heart
by the passion engulfing your own;
let it flow as the raging storm
that shakes the earth and turns the tide,
devouring all within its wake
to fuel its swelling madness on;
let it flow like love has won
the war within one’s pulsing heart,
that though your deeds may be as sand
they flow like love through the gentle hand.






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I wrote this poem sometime ago about doing all work as an expression of love, recognizing that our lives are full of working, but we don’t always do our work with a sense of purpose or meaning.

We easily go on autopilot or work from a sense of obligation or even fear, but this poem speaks to unlocking the deep passions within our souls and expressing them, regardless of what we do, in a form of love and letting them “flow like love through the gentle hand.”

So what about you?

What are you passionate about?

How can you create with love?