Calibrate this silence in my mind so I can hear
There’s so much in the world distracting me
What of all the plans we made
It always seemed so clear
Now, nothing’s making sense – just rambling
These eyes no longer focus on what’s important in my life
Pollution to my retinas cause me stress
Lessons once were learned
But now elongate in their strife
I wake up every morning – a new mess
To touch the sweet horizon would be heaven on this plane
Kinship in its purest shape and form
But how do we recover
When you won’t even say my name
Counteracting kindness – now the norm
With flint in hand on this cool Autumn night
I strike a great spark and hope that it’s right
Dried out leaves, twigs and logs for a fire
To keep out the cold in a soul that is dour
And the light of this flame that will burn in the night
Guiding the forgotten and those who took flight
Bringing in all who have lost their way
With blind love and warmth at the end of the day
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Always lend a helping hand
Kevin D. Parish
How can it be that we turn our heads,
Or walk past the struggling man?
A simple act of kindness, as it’s called today,
Was always part of God’s plan.
“Do unto others…” wasn’t just a line
From a book that is centuries old.
No, it’s called being human, with a heart that gives
To another with love in your soul.
So, slow down and help that person in need
And reach out with a helping hand.
When you lift someone up from a place of despair
Then and there you’ll finally understand.
As I sat on the park bench I happened to glance down and see a peanut sitting inconspicuously behind one of the legs. Naturally, I bent over and picked it up. Glancing up, across the walking path, I noticed a squirrel suddenly stop his constant hopping and digging to give me a hard stare of anticipation.
Laughing aloud and looking down at the small nugget of gold, that I obviously held in my hand, I debated whether to toss it over to the little grey fur ball or hold it out as an offering.
Isn’t this what we do in life sometimes? We know what the right thing to do is, yet we hesitate and try to figure out another path.
Instinct tells me to toss the peanut to the squirrel, so why don’t I do just that? Is it God whispering to me to toss the small gift, and, in return, me trying to rationalize another or better way? Perhaps.
Am I being selfish to want the squirrel to come and take the prize from my hand? Why do I need that confirmation of its trust?
In the end… I tossed the peanut to the squirrel and he cracked it and ate it then and there.
My reward was found in my own smile and warmed heart! Thank you, Lord!
Hebrews 13:16 “And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”