Tender To Touch Enough.

In times of trouble to praise the Lord
take time off of what you can't afford.
Times of faithful reach out your hand
and in treasured moments feel grand.

Above the dark, the light squeezes in
to say "hello" then it leaves with a grin.
Underneath it all where the hurt starts
and in times of crying, it bleeds a heart.

Saw the sea tremor like in an awful way
of beauty raining down on us every day.
Held up by its instinct never really goes
and with the wisdom of life falling of old.

And, a hole holds the thought of thinking
to see it go before where it starts sinking.
In a distant piece of love, just a bead of it
would be gracefully flaunting every tiny bit.

Back to more troubles, back to back it is 
to look back to say how beautiful is this?
Just to memorise and reminisce and love
brings about the tender to touch enough.