His words seemed more to smooth the air
Than creating waves of sound to hear
And his eyes, bright yes but soft tone bulbs
Were softly glowing, glowing behind a smile
A smile that was not one that’s knowing
No a smile that just said I’m listening
Not in any hurry to be going
His hands not waving or grasping
Open palmed always simply asking
He nodded, laughed, said almost nothing
As my speech continued rushing
Gentleness is a way to share
The peace we miss, that’s always there.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentleness-2/
