Somewhere kindness lies
waiting to be permitted
to ply its healing.
A love-emptied world
keens with anguished cry seeking
compassion’s healing.
I want to believe
love prevails ultimately.
Grant me evidence.
It’s a Screwed Up World
8 hours ago
6 comments:
I want to believe this also! Beautiful post!
i want to believe too...
An exquisite write Judy!
yep, it's that "grant me evidence" part that I suspect leaves most of us not only hanging, but having to trudge on creating our own evidence.
Caregivingly Yours, Patrick
I guess I'll play the other card -- I do see kindness on a daily basis, and I do experience its healing power. Sometimes, it's as simple as a smile; at other times, it's a kind word or a hug. People share their love with me every day, and not just family. Perhaps I'm just fortunate, but I do have evidence that love and kindness exist all around me.
Peace,
Muff
Kim, thanks!
Sherri, believing keeps me going.
Karen, thanks. I love that, exquisite.
Patrick, yes, that last line gives me pause each time I read it.
Muff, I no longer remember what specifically was going on or I observed when this poem came to me. It was over a month ago and was prescheduled. Yours seems by plentiful measure an abundantly love-filled life, which is a blessing. Mine has a great deal of love too. But, I also remember Mother Teresa’s comment that loneliness was the world’s terrible poverty. There are so many who don’t experience love and who as a consequence act out in negative ways. It is somewhat ironic that this poem appeared this week of all weeks because I was hacked and scammed by people outside of the US. We are still dealing with the consequences, but I can’t help but think that it is a love-starved life that would do such a horrible thing.
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