Kindheartedness of Mine

Written by: Jeralynn Clark

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.