The Roots of Compassion

The loam of Human Kindness, friable, Can be compact within a mortal grasp, Yet loose as needs release and pliable For the roots of Compassion to enclasp. Warmer emotions must shine from above If tender regard is to grow from seed; The sun of mankind’s garden must be Love For our good works to produce and succeed. But the moody darkness of self-concerns Can pour from our clouds like a deluge flood, To soak in ruin’s caprice wetness that burns The bonds people form, severed in the mud. So tend your soils well, O you Sons of Man; Nurture on Earth, God’s harvest while you can.