Spring drips energy.
It slaps the world with a sudden smack of blissful
and I don't think anyone but an allergic Grinch has a problem with it.
Planting a kindness tree
In the faded sunlight.
Before the automatic streetlights turn on
Using nothing but my bare hands
To open the loam of the soft ground:
No other way to plant a kindness tree.
I depose the tiny seed gently in the earth,
Like a sleeping giant, waiting to burst forth.
I covered it with the soil of goodwill
Praying that it would grow.
Pondering the turned ground,
I realized it needed water
I looked around for the watering can,
I found none.
So I watered it with the tears of happiness
and the tears of charity-sorrow
mourning for those that mourn:
No other way to nourish a kindness tree
Rejoicing with those that are rejoicing
and finding those who need finding.
Keeping close to my heart my kindness tree.
-The Luke in Africa
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