To the Rich Lady Who Once Loved Too Much

When ashamed of failings yet honored in her eyes I am urged in His strength to be calm, stay silent Virtues like caring and sharing surprise us Now that chivalry is dead, modesty undressed Cycles of the heart are renewed by Love’s lesson As lithe children, we paused play to help one who tripped Since Sunday School we know the Good Samaritan Grown, we shelve these truths – recycle them for our kids Grown men and women still fall; we need a kind hand, An embrace … when Summer cycles to Autumn (Fall) Chins drop, hair falls … worse, there’s the ex-wife, ex-husband: Viola! Sun in the clouds – kind words make me recall - Heaven wants us to commune; with Love as backdrop We touch, we cringe, we blush … but Kindness can’t be stopped © Deo, 20170407