handle with care

Gentle.

Be very gentle.

Clutch it too strong

and it will shatter in your palm.

Too lax with your grasp

and it will slip

away

completely.

Instead, be gentle.

Be very gentle.

Understand that what you hold in your hand

is bigger than anything.

Cradle it.

Rock it.

Soothe it.

Treat it like a baby bird 

full

of broken bones.

Be gentle.

Be very gentle.

Because if you are, it will grow.

It will blossom, it will flower,

it will burst into a new life,

and over time, scatter seeds

from which new flowers

may breed.

But now, it is wounded,

it is suffering,

it is hurt,

so be gentle.

Be very gentle.

Your kindness will be returned.

The End

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