Kindness

In light of late tragedies and further tragedies they enable:


Oh to love kindness
to breath with sighs
that ease the pains of life
and yearn for another's good.

Is it not a blessing to speak grace into another, to ache for
them, dream for them? In a
world bent on hatred,
doesn't mercy win the day?

Oh to love kindness
To breath words of life
and speak them to another
that they might know it well

To know the one who first
was kind, who brought it as a gift,
to bleed it, bleed it all.

What would happen if we learned to stop hating each other?

Oh to love kindness, to know it at its source.
To receive more than we could ever give, this
is the promise give; this is the gospel known.

To know it is to know freedom, true, right, and real. To know it is to know life in your bones and love in your chest, to beat with a heart of hot blood, of fire at smolder. It is to look at the world with wonder for how such a thing could be, to rejoice in its magnificence and yearn for its mending. For to yearn for the world's mending, in its proper place, is to yearn for our own. For health and grace and love.

For kindness to be shown.