The fruit of the Spirit is gentleness… Posted on October 30, 2008 by Chris Goan Resting close Breath misting me Sweet like new grass Shaped Around these bones You come And stay A while And me- I cry Like the small thing That I never stopped being This skin scraped sore From falling I know my need For you Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related