by Raymond A. Klesc
How does one measure compassion's pet;
When we casually stand by man's decent.
"Tis not us," reassuring glances met,
Of others ignored compassion's lament.
We leave to others what should be our charge,
But no one answers the clarion call.
Who acts, then, during times slow passing barge,
If silent compassion is man's downfall.
We leave it to God and his divine will
And cower from obligations unfound.
We on earth must recognize that we still
Have duties to compassion's solid ground.
Take heed friend! Live compassion's daily song,
Be kind to other's, rewards can be long.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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