Opening Hearts

Her touch is gentle Seeking only to comfort, To search out the source Of their trouble, their pain They lie at first, silent In fear of what dark form Has sent this suffering To disrupt their peace The worry tears at their heart Speaking only to their ears Painting pictures only for their eyes For they are alone; only they can feel Her gentle touch, her voice, Her presence reassures them They are not alone, There are those who care Their fear retreats, recoils Their ears turned deaf to its voice Its pictures now but shadows That no eyes can see This gentle care, this courage Opens their hearts, their hope’s restored They share then, feeling close To those who cared for them