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With A Gentle Hand - Mystic

With a gentle hand, He held mine,  
Guiding me through the night,  
Assuring me that I would find the light,  
A perpetual light that pierces through burgeoning darkness.  

We journeyed through the meadow,  
With a gentle hand, He held mine,  
Dispersing the gnawing shadows,  
Telling me to awaken the dying hope.  

We sojourned across the sea,  
The intermittent turbulence frightened me.  
With a gentle hand, He held mine,  
Calming my fearful heart,  
Telling me to see beyond the tempest.  

We journeyed through the forest,  
I was distraught;  
There was no place to lay my head.  
With a gentle hand, He held mine,  
Telling me to learn resilience from the trees,  
Admonishing me to seek knowledge from their silence.  

We travelled across the desert,  
I was parched and worn out,  
Blazed by the sun.  
With a gentle hand, He held mine,  
Telling me that the sun would soon retreat to its chamber,  
And the moon would open the door to mysteries that herald a new beginning.


September 5, 2025.

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