There is always time
for generosity,
a place for kindness.
Each person has their story,
the suffering and cruel
alike in their humanness,
their need to be understood.
Heartbreak is common,
being seen a balm.
Take a steel pad
to the burnt pot of the world
and scrub the char
until the metal shines.
Below every scarred face
a child,
behind every child
a mother,
before every mother
the endless;
generosity is gift to the giver,
kindness the repayment for a soul.
Perfect in every way…
Really beautiful dad
Oh boy, this one really wants to soak in for a while…..I think I’ll let it!
Thank you Don
Gift to the giver…this goes way below the surface, under the burnt and reveals great beauty. Thanks for showing me your soul, Don
Scrub on Don!
Don, simple and clear as the poem is, it expresses a great truth. You give us something fine to read and something wonderful to do. Thanks.
I felt like I was reading the Tao Te Ching, my friend. Your words bless and uplift with their simplicity and kindness. I enjoy starting my day with your heart.
Thank you for the blessing
Breathtaking…………
Lovely, Don — “Shared” on my Facebook page.
Yes, our charred world needs a good scrub after years if self-centered neglect.