The Power of Kindness - Mystic Rose

a child’s little hands cup a flame from storm,
in the darkness her hands glow translucent,
to her the flame is a friend in grim surrounds,
she treats the flame like a creature with life.

In that gesture of childhood is purity of love
of selflessness, care and joys of kindness,
borne out of desire to do others good, help,
a divine quality that we all at birth imbue.
 
no wealth or currency in equal power exists,
nothing in such abundance as kindness does,
in every creature be it human or otherwise,
can anything be so valuable and yet intangible.

suffering, pain, loneliness, poverty, disdain,
no laws of mankind can successfully resolve,
in the savagery of existence when life torments,
kindness reaches out to heal the farthest ends.

In the creation of life and of man there are faults,
the Supreme being perhaps chose not to perfect,
but in wisdom, the being chose to offer a remedy,
Kindness, Kindness, Kindness like oceans large.

a hug, a kiss, a kindly look and a touch,
are worth a mine of gold, twice as much!

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