Touch
Many words like grains of sand
Cannot touch unspoken fears
Like soft, warm, and loving hand
That wipes away salted tears
Strong arm you may lean upon
To steady a wayward path
Remains when kind thoughts are gone
And just feelings in the past
Shoulder to withstand the rain
Bear the burdens that life weighs
These the things that dull the pain
And adds light to darkest days
Caring kiss on tear-streaked cheek
Hand held by faithful lover
Does more than the words we speak
Or thoughts and prayers will cover
Empty are the hopes we share
No less tangible the harms
The best way to show we care
Greeting them with open arms
Words and thoughts given much
Yet what little they console
Full the thoughtful human touch
That brushes against the soul
commonsensiblyspeaking 
This poem touched me so deeply this morning. Words can only do so much but touch is healing. It is comforting and to some extent dispels fear. The poem reached deep into my heart because it told exactly what I personally Iām feeling which is that I long for someone to touch me. I long for a shoulder to cry on and I long for someone just to be there. This is a very insightful poem Brad. Thankyou.
Thank you for your kind words and praise! The power of the human touch is immeasurable. And there are many, including myself, who have the same longing, so you are not alone. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and needs. I hope that the worthy arms find you soon and hold on forever! Much love! ā¤
And the same back to you Brad. Much love to you too. I hope it is okay to Reblog this. ā¤ļø
Feel free to reblog or share this as you may like. I am honored you would want to!
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This is so beautiful!! ā¤ ā¤
Thank you Kristian! š
So beautiful and so comforting Brad. Write, write like this ..
“Like soft, warm, and loving hand
That wipes away salted tears”
What a gorgeous start and what a great finale.
“Full the thoughtful human touch
That brushes against the soul”
xoxo
a beautiful poem on the power of touch. I wonder what impact covid-19 will have on the willingness of people to touch each other…
The future is no longer predictable, but I hope it survives. Thanks, Jim!
Thank you, Gabriela! ā¤
My pleasure š
This is a lovely poem, with positive thoughts and full of images of light and love. A true opposite of Obsidian but just as powerful and beautiful. A poem well written Brad, thank you for sharing.
Well i feel being away was good thing, as I got to read some of your most amazing work since last week. What a power in your verses š
Thank you, Vinayak!
Beautiful š
Thank you, love! ā¤