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Gentle Hands
My life is still guided by his gentle hands;
I learn from his wisdom, even from the grave.
My Dad was such a gentle, peaceful man;
Yet with powerful convictions in his soul.
He walked within the confines of his destiny;
Always satisfied with his place in this world.
Never overstepping the boundaries of life;
Always giving from the depths of his own.
My life is still guided by his gentle hands;
I see his gentle eyes when I shave my face.
The flame of his spirit lives within my heart;
Now alive, living within my destiny peacefully.
I no longer rail against the fates that control;
The game board is set, I play with sportsmanship.
Gently, peacefully, with wisdom and submission;
I fight not for my way, but navigate the steam I'm in.
My life is still guided by his gentle hands;
He teaches me the lesson of acceptance.
I am who I am, and love emanates from this;
Thank you, Dad, for your gentle hands.
18May09
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