Sanctuary of Kindness

 Sanctuary of Kindness


I am looking for signs of kindness in this often cruel world.

I am looking for those strong, silent, standing stones of grace,

the blessed assurance of hope.

There in the lush and vibrant greens of July 

Is a flash of red

It flits from branch to branch almost imperceptibly,

Unless one is still and paying rapt attention.

It notices me.

Stares me right in the eyes.

As a chill of recall runs through my body

I know a memory of tenderness,

of she who modeled it .

I knew in that instant that kindness was coming into me,

surrounding me,

holding me,

like the pine branches outstretched in orans position

providing altar for the cardinal bearing memory,

the memory transporting the sanctuary of kindness

MT

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