Poems · Writing True

Kindness

It does not need a pantry;

just each day,

a little room for everybody

is okay.

 

It’s folly

to measure it by any currency.

Bitcoins are not accepted—

We all share the legacy.

 

Our grounded feet,

our flexible arms,

our open minds,

the earnest attitude

of our grateful hearts. . .

. . . willing to spread

a noble act

in every way we can. . .

 
 

For love is winged;

and kindness is the wind

that carries it through

from heart to heart,

to heart to heart. . .

 

And a soft melody plays in Heaven

each time a heart

makes it through

another heart,

and yet another heart.

 

Oh, how great Thou art!