Chapter 1
One touch can soothe
But so can it wound
Unless the soul
Is numb to it all
But how can it numb?
Only if it has clumb
The path so narrow and steep
And took all things from inside deep
All worries, all fears and all of the bad
Just to throw all away and get a helping hand
From the connection the soul so long craves
All souls need connection till they enter their graves
And maybe beyond as well, who can tell
Connection to light is always a well
A fountain of peace, acceptance and love
So tender it seems like a white feathered dove
