Kindheartedness of Mine

Kindheartedness of Mine Kindheartedness is often hidden, because the kind heart, is sometimes fragile. It does not roar like the lion, It is the Song of a sweet sounding bird. This powerful gift habitats among the innocent of spirit. It is a gentle voice that stirs when the breezes turn to wind. Winds that ripple the waters of the spirit. That inner voice rebels with a tender pause, a softened eye, that sees beyond the obvious, into a soul that has a longing. What stirs this benevolent force, that so often is invisible to the naked eye. Is it only love, or has time and wisdom shaped its power with trials and lessons that have pinched the heart? Or is it a gift one is born with, but from where would that gift have come since it preys on being formed by deeds and yearning. Could it be, it comes from having been shown… By a master of kindheartedness, a matriarch of love and wisdom? A tender of the soul’s garden, gently planted one seed at a time Watched, watered, fertilized by the gentle hand pulling the weeds to allow the light to force the bloom of kindheartedness.