“A kind word is light like a feather,
It can clear away stormy weather
And penetrate the thickest leather
And to listen to it: is such a pleasure.
Why does one hold back one’s kind words?
It is not that they do not want to be heard
But there is a fear you may sound absurd
And so you quickly flee away like a bird.
The kind word is like a soothing balm;
It releases anguish and makes one calm
In holding the wounded by the palm,
Its effect is like a psalm.
So, when faced with anger, it’s the first thing to do,
And on some layer, it will hold true;
It turns the page, to start anew,
Releasing the past and feelings blue.
And follow the kind word with a smile;
A smile can carry you many a mile
And release you from the toughest trial
And lift you up to the top of a pile.
Small gestures in which We manifest,
Which you choose, is your test.
Do you succumb to weakness or be your best,
So that Our love is all that’s left?