Gentle by Kai-Anne Clews

Gentle I bask in the light of your candid beauty, And feel myself pulled towards the same, I study at the shrine of your heart’s duty, And feel your soft silences, like even softer rain. All my edges are gone from me, I am a pebble in your hand. You are my mighty river, And I hug you as the sand. In your eyes, I see them there, The luminous curtains: aurora, A lustrous shimmering, O’re the nights’ black dome, Without which, beauty’s the poorer. My Jesus your beauty and your living streams, Interweave the vibrant tapestries of all my dreams – Your loveliness gives me courage, Your goodness makes me trust, That my soul may yet flourish, That I can do yet what I must.