a gentle spirit

A gentle spirit has come into my life

To make me see things I did not want to see,

To make me feel things I did not want to feel,

To teach me things I did not want to learn.

This gentle spirit has hurricane force

That picks me up, turns me this way and that,

And puts me down softly in a new place,

Always a new place.

I cannot return to the safe warmth I once knew,

It is gone forever.

Because of this fragile, gentle spirit,

Joy and sorrow have become intertwined

In a fiber of life that few can comprehend.

Because of this sweet, gentle spirit,

I can appreciate what is often assumed.

— Jan King 

Photo by Bebe Logan