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 © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2017
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