Sometimes it feels like we're falling off this earth,
helpless to cling to it, unable to move it
to higher dimensions where gravity
is a nurturing glue that grows gardens
of distinctive beauties united in one globe
admiring their own interconnection.
We're all uncertain what to do.
But can this be true?
That loving gestures can soothe
the maladies of this world that may destroy it
It's my consolation, at least
my hope, irrational though it be
that every time you or I are kind,
something healing reverberates in waves,
soothing in exponential form the sickness
flowing in the ethers now.
Sadly, when I think of this,
I consider that acts unkind can reverberate,
hate can grow exponentially too.
Such a difficult mandate has been given
by the sages throughout time,
about loving all.
I stand in hope, in my senseless way,
that there are some today so skilled in kindness,
that they have mastered the power
of loving our enemies.
(For Dverse Poets.)