Saint Harif

In humor hides wisdom
In sadness hides Coptic truth

Empathy can hold all of the world’s treasures
Compassion the vessel of which to drink it plenty

Righteousness is not being right
Olive branches know this plight

A man without a smile
Is a desert without a mirage

Walk along the road of the wounded
And hold their tiny hands

Those who mock for their trivial pleasure
In the end will feel the angel’s measure
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Marie Avatar
March 27, 2017 at 1:49 AM
The introspection is beautifully layered the thoughts deeply felt. In the face of adversity to respond with kindness feels difficult, yet it is the most freeing and inspiring thing to do. A remarkable write Arthur. blessings, lynn
Salehi Avatar
March 26, 2017 at 5:55 PM
Some poems are like a jungle deep... while all beauty fast we keep...
Onclaud Avatar
March 25, 2017 at 12:39 PM
deeply introspective, arthur... love this!..huggs
White Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 3:26 PM
Love and be kind. Beethoven 7, movement 2, it touches you in the deepest corners of your heart and soul and makes you mild and loving. It's as Tim says, we can only be ourselves. Beautiful poem :)
Smith Avatar
March 23, 2017 at 8:37 AM
Eventhough they mock we should not mock in turn but teach them how to love and be kind. In an age of high speed information overload many fail to think things through and tend to become aggressive and reactionary. We can't all be like the noble saints and we shouldn't try. We only should be ourselves with open minds and hearts.
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