The Gentle One

One who hears thunder but only feels rain
No shelter overturned, no foundation unlaid
hands never held with force nor might
Lays down rested, conscious bare at night

Mind is open, no storm to veil
No temper tremble, no infant wail
Thick contentment, peace invades
The restless wanderings of the days

Love envelopes the listless rage
Cocoons it from the prideful gaze
Tender creeps out, unfeeling of wrong
Untorn, unbroken, fragile and strong.

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