Why do we fight
To be the most “right,”
When to act without kindness
Is the ultimate blindness?
Beneath the Cross, I find my home.
Yet wherever you may roam,
I hope you find the peace you need,
That you may be from mis’ry freed.
You may not share my home with me,
And find some other family.
But on the day we all return,
We’ll find we all have much to learn.
Yet if we seek, while we are here,
To love and help and lend an ear
To live with kindness openly,
Kin in Spirit we will be.
You needn’t be a fighter strong
Or a list of exploits miles long
To be a hero every day
For those you meet along the way.
You may not get a badge or star,
No plaque or bust for who you are,
But you can matter very much
In all the lives you get to touch.
Stop and help to change some tires,
Be present when the worst transpires.
Donate food or cash or hours
To those who need love’s healing powers.
Adopt a child or a pet,
Spend time with those we all forget.
There may not be a big parade
About the difference you have made,
But if you love all whom you see,
A hero is what you will be.
It’s so amazing how
Some kindness then and now
Can bring a heart to peace
As grief and pain release
What is done is done.
Tomorrow is not certain.
For today, be kind.
May your mind be Peace.
May all of your acts be kind.
May your words be love.