The milk of human kindness
although served, must be received;
By a heart that's willing to be changed.
The cruelties of the human tongue
that spill out, unbidden yet taken;
burn like acid on a heart yet tender.
When a heart then turns to stone;
left to want for love unseen;
seems to beat a steady pattern'
protecting self from hurt or pain.
The milk of human kindness
washes over burns and stains,
healing all the scars of longing
turns the stone to heart again.
Let my wanderings in this life path
serve the milk that heals and soothes
Let my own heart; now less stony
beat a hopeful, rising sound.
The milk of human kindness
is not taken but received
and the giver of that kindness
heals his own and greatest need.
3 comments:
Wish I could have seen everyone at Jody's wedding. :0(
We missed you Brooke. It was such a fun reception! Everyone should bowl instead of having a receiving line!
I just explained this poem to Steven who thought that it was about him. It is not, it is about my life when I was 17.
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