Like the kindness of rain,
That upon myself I hear.
In rumblings of the moon,
That echo through the earth.
A word of comfort,
As a flower that I feel.
Growing deeper,
In the soil of my mind.
A pile of gold,
Is nothing now to be.
Compared to your voice,
Ever soft like winter snow.
Kindness and wisdom,
So truly from the heart to come.
In morning flowers,
As a gift from the wind.
What a beauty in itself,
And a splendid light to find.
As a gathering of paths,
In the healing flesh of bread.
Your hand so beloved,
As with an apple here to give.
And to find the world anew,
With stories from the evening.
A sleepy fog so pale,
By earth upon a rainbow glow.
In blue sheets of gorgeous rain,
As a single thought beside me.