Gently Poem by Patricia Kelley

Gently, you touch me.
Gently, I change.
Gently, you whisper.

Gently, I cry, as if a child whimpering to its Father.
You hear and feel my pain.
I feel your gentle rain.
Cleansing,
Renewing,
My childhood faith restored.
Arrives on the wings' of Angels,
Gently, saying every things going to be all right.
I've got you in my sight.
In the sight of Heaven's Angels,
I see their many faces.
Their eyes take me to Heavenly places.
My faith feels Heavenly graces.
Gently, I cry!