Feel my touch
Feel my touch,
my hand on your head,
while you stand in the rain
wondering if the sun
will ever come out again.
Feel my touch,
know that I am in the air
surrounding you.
Breathe me in
and let me caress
your hurting heart.
There is no chance
for you to be forgotten.
In the very moment
when you are tempted
to slip into despair
I am there
I am always there.
I materialise
whenever you are distressed.
Watch your every step
I am the surprise
you find along your way.
I make you smile
in midst of a storm of tears,
when you realise
that I take your hand
to lead you back
into the light.
Feel my touch!
Watch the sun rise
each new day
and open to the surprise
along your way.
Remember
I am there
I am always there.
Love, Margherita
ps I have written this on March 8th and forgot about it, today I found it and rereading it I thought of dear Lynette's broken heart. In sharing it here I hope it will bring a moment of peace and comfort.
