Oh, sweet softness of heart,
light of spirit, treading gently.
Tenderly held, in the light
of morning risen in shades.
Colored hues play on the
landscape, darkness transformed.
Let us walk this gently,
softly holding all as gift.
Finding the ways to highlight
one another's hues in brilliance.
May we transform ourselves,
to care, to serve, to love.
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