Without touching,
I was deeply touched.
No audible words were spoken but I heard her cry.
An innocent and momentary glance
revealed a soul that had lost its way.
Compassion reached out with empathy and gentle smile.
Brokenness embraced a sliver of hope and time stood still.
About the author:
Terry Critchfield, a lover of Jesus. Born in 1953 and born again in 1976. Contact me on FACEBOOK.
moments like these, though they may seem short, they are timeless in eternal significance.
This poem is a beautiful description of the meeting of despair and hope. Thank you for sharing.
This poem is a beautiful description of the meeting of despair and hope. Thank you for sharing.