What We Give Returns
In ways we least expect ๐
When someone stands on fragile ground, And silence is the loudest sound Be steady there, donโt turn away - Your presence is what helps them stay No grand display, no perfect phrase, Just quiet care in heavy days A hand to hold, a heart that hears, A space that honors all their fears For in the times you choose to show, A love that asks for none to owe You plant a seed you may not see, But grows in shared humanity And when your own sky turns to gray, And strength feels distant, slips away Youโll find those seeds have taken root - In gentle acts and offered truth For those you held will gather near, With open arms, with presence clear Returning all you gave before - And maybe even something more
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In ways we do not see, they are there nonetheless as tiny lights along the path. They point the way others may walk in only they open their eyes.
I enjoyed this poem. In fact, I am publishing a piece about kindness tomorrow, and this was great.