With Just One Gentle Word

I sit on my deck and watch the gentle drizzle fall

As it lightly caresses the leaves, the grass, the earth

Blanketing it with a mysterious mist of coolness

Giving it reprieve from the usual heat of the sun

Just for this morning

The clouds have decided to weep

Gentle tears of sadness

At all that is happening here below

I however enjoy these gentle sprays

I am reminded that gentle words

Of praise and positiveness

Bring relief to tired souls

Faced too often with the scotching

Heat of reprimand and dismissal

Fighting back tears of insecurity and deprivation

In an unforgiving world, demanding perfection

Just one gentle word of encouragement

Or a soft smile that requires nothing more

Than a few facial muscle twitches

To make someone's day a little better

Be that drizzle that falls

On waiting ears and parched spirits

Water the next soul that you meet

With just one gentle word.

elizabeth poey

sitting on my deck

at 8 in the morning

inspired by proverbs 16:24

"Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones."